Somnium Mystici (George MacDonald Poems)
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
George MacDonald Poems on Morning (33 Poems)
A Story of the Sea-Shore (George MacDonald Poems)
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – October (George MacDonald Poems)
1.REMEMBER, Lord, thou hast not made me good.Or if thou didst, it was so long agoI have forgotten—and never understood,I ...
Light (George MacDonald Poems)
First-born of the creating Voice!Minister of God's Spirit, who wast sentWaiting upon him first, what time he wentMoving about mid ...
Concerning Jesus (George MacDonald Poems)
I.If thou hadst been a sculptor, what a raceOf forms divine had thenceforth filled the land!Methinks I see thee, glorious ...
A Manchester Poem (George MacDonald Poems)
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
The Homeless Ghost (George MacDonald Poems)
Still flowed the music, flowed the wine. The youth in silence went;Through naked streets, in cold moonshine, His homeward way ...
Willie’s Question (George MacDonald Poems)
I.Willie speaks.Is it wrong, the wish to be great,For I do wish it so?I have asked already my sister Kate;She ...
November, 1851 (George MacDonald Poems)
What dost thou here, O soul,Beyond thy own control,Under the strange wild sky?0 stars, reach down your hands,And clasp me ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – June (George MacDonald Poems)
1.FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goesInto our hearts—that is the Father's plan.From heart to heart it sinks, it ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – July (George MacDonald Poems)
1.ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!Moaning, poor Fancy's doves are swept away.I sit alone, a sorrow half ...
The Three Horses (George MacDonald Poems)
What shall I be?—I will be a knightWalled up in armour black,With a sword of sharpness, a hammer of might.And ...
The Souls’ Rising (George MacDonald Poems)
See how the storm of life ascendsUp through the shadow of the world!Beyond our gaze the line extends,Like wreaths of ...
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 ...
Death and Birth (George MacDonald Poems)
'Tis the midnight hour; I heardThe Abbey-bell give out the word.Seldom is the lamp-ray shedOn some dwarfed foot-farer's headIn the ...
The Clock of The Universe (George MacDonald Poems)
A clock aeonian, steady and tall,With its back to creation's flaming wall,Stands at the foot of a dim, wide stair.Swing, ...
Legend of The Corrievrecha (George MacDonald Poems)
Prince Breacan of Denmark was lord of the strandAnd lord of the billowy sea;Lord of the sea and lord of ...
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 Summer Days (George MacDonald Poems)
I.A glory on the chamber wall!A glory in the brain!Triumphant floods of glory fallOn heath, and wold, and plain.Earth lieth ...
Songs of the Winter Days (George MacDonald Poems)
I.The sky has turned its heart away,The earth its sorrow found;The daisies turn from childhood's play,And creep into the ground.The ...
Songs of the Spring Days (George MacDonald Poems)
I.A gentle wind, of western birthOn some far summer sea,Wakes daisies in the wintry earth,Wakes hopes in wintry me.The sun ...
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, ...
My Heart (George MacDonald Poems)
I.Night, with her power to silence day,Filled up my lonely room,Quenching all sounds but one that layBeyond her passing doom,Where ...
Riddles (George MacDonald Poems)
I.I have only one foot, but thousands of toes;My one foot stands well, but never goes;I've a good many arms, ...
The Foolish Harebell (George MacDonald Poems)
A harebell hung her wilful head:"I am tired, so tired! I wish I was dead."She hung her head in the ...
From North Wales: To The Mother (George MacDonald Poems)
When the summer gave us a longer day,And the leaves were thickest, I went away:Like an isle, through dark clouds, ...
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 ...
When The Storm Was Proudest (George MacDonald Poems)
When the storm was proudest,And the wind was loudest,I heard the hollow caverns drinking down below;When the stars were bright,And ...
The Shadows (George MacDonald Poems)
My little boy, with smooth, fair cheeks,And dreamy, large, brown eyes,Not often, little wisehead, speaks,But hearing, weighs and tries."God is ...
Going To Sleep (George MacDonald Poems)
Little one, you must not fretThat I take your clothes away;Better sleep you so will get,And at morning wake more ...