The Child-Mother (George MacDonald Poems)
Heavily slumbered noonday brightUpon the lone field, glory-dight,A burnished grassy sea:The child, in gorgeous golden hours,Through heaven-descended starry flowers,Went walking ...
George MacDonald Poems on Love (106 Poems)
Godly Ballants (George MacDonald Poems)
I.—THIS SIDE AN' THAT.The rich man sat in his father's seat—Purple an' linen, an' a'thing fine!The puir man lay at ...
The Old Garden (George MacDonald Poems)
I.I stood in an ancient gardenWith high red walls around;Over them grey and green lichensIn shadowy arabesque wound.The topmost climbing ...
Lycabas (George MacDonald Poems)
A name of the Year. Some say the word means a march of wolves,which wolves, running in single file, are ...
The Journey (George MacDonald Poems)
I.Hark, the rain is on my roof!Every murmur, through the dark,Stings me with a dull reproofLike a half-extinguished spark.Me! ah ...
To My Mother Earth (George MacDonald Poems)
O Earth, Earth, Earth,I am dying for love of thee,For thou hast given me birth,And thy hands have tended me.I ...
Lessons For A Child (George MacDonald Poems)
I.There breathes not a breath of the summer airBut the spirit of love is moving there;Not a trembling leaf on ...
The Deil’s Forhooit His Ain (George MacDonald Poems)
The Deil's forhooit his ain, his ain!The Deil's forhooit his ain!His bairns are greitin in ilka neuk,For the Deil's forhooit ...
After Thomas Kempis (George MacDonald Poems)
I.Who follows Jesus shall not walkIn darksome road with danger rife;But in his heart the Truth will talk,And on his ...
The Lost Soul (George MacDonald Poems)
Look! look there!Send your eyes across the grayBy my finger-point awayThrough the vaporous, fumy air.Beyond the air, you see the ...
The Unseen Model (George MacDonald Poems)
Forth to his study the sculptor goesIn a mood of lofty mirth:"Now shall the tongues of my carping foesConfess what ...
Songs of the Winter Nights (George MacDonald Poems)
I.Back shining from the pane, the fireSeems outside in the snow:So love set free from love's desireLights grief of long ...
If I Were A Monk, And If Thou Wert A Nun (George MacDonald Poems)
If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun,Pacing it wearily, wearily,Twixt chapel and cell till day were done—Wearily, ...
At My Window After Sunset (George MacDonald Poems)
Heaven and the sea attend the dying day,And in their sadness overflow and blend—Faint gold, and windy blue, and green ...
With A Copy of: “In Memoriam” (George MacDonald Poems)
To: E.M. II.Dear friend, you love the poet's song,And here is one for your regard.You know the "melancholy bard,"Whose grief ...
The Woman That Was A Sinner (George MacDonald Poems)
His face, his words, her heart awoke;Awoke her slumbering truth;She judged him well; her bonds she broke,And fled to him ...
An Old Story (George MacDonald Poems)
I.In the ancient house of ages,See, they cannot rest!With a hope, which awe assuages,Tremble all the blest.For the son and ...
A Dream of Waking (George MacDonald Poems)
A child was born in sin and shame,Wronged by his very birth,Without a home, without a name,One over in the ...
The Conselor (George MacDonald Poems)
On An Engraving of Scheffer's Christus ConsolatorI.What human form is this? what form divine?And who are these that gaze upon ...
This World (George MacDonald Poems)
Thy world is made to fit thine own,A nursery for thy children small,The playground-footstool of thy throne,Thy solemn school-room, Father ...
Brother Artist (George MacDonald Poems)
Brother artist, help me; come!Artists are a maimed band:I have words but not a hand;Thou hast hands though thou art ...
Picture Songs (George MacDonald Poems)
I.A pale green sky is gleaming;The steely stars are few;The moorland pond is steamingA mist of gray and blue.Along the ...
Christmas, 1880 (George MacDonald Poems)
Great-hearted child, thy very being The Son,Who know'st the hearts of all us prodigals;—For who is prodigal but he who ...
The Children’s Heaven (George MacDonald Poems)
The infant lies in blessed easeUpon his mother's breast;No storm, no dark, the baby seesInvade his heaven of rest.He nothing ...
Lines To A Steamboat (George MacDonald Poems)
Dark stranger on the teeming map of fateFabric, that seem'st a thing alike apartFrom aught that nature or that art ...
Longing (George MacDonald Poems)
My heart is full of inarticulate pain,And beats laborious. Cold ungenial looksInvade my sanctuary. Men of gain,Wise in success, well-read ...
December 27, 1879 (George MacDonald Poems)
Every time would have its songIf the heart were right,Seeing Love all tender-strongFills the day and night.Weary drop the hands ...
After The Fashion of An Old Emblem (George MacDonald Poems)
I have long enough been working down in my cellar,Working spade and pick, boring-chisel and drill;I long for wider spaces, ...
The Pinafore (George MacDonald Poems)
When peevish flaws his soul have stirredTo fretful tears for crossed desires,Obedient to his mother's wordMy child to banishment retires.As ...
How Shall He Sing Who Hath No Song? (George MacDonald Poems)
How shall he sing who hath no song?He laugh who hath no mirth?Will cannot wake the sleeping song!Yea, Love itself ...