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 ...
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
First-born of the creating Voice!Minister of God's Spirit, who wast sentWaiting upon him first, what time he wentMoving about mid ...
I.If thou hadst been a sculptor, what a raceOf forms divine had thenceforth filled the land!Methinks I see thee, glorious ...
I have not any fearful tale to tellOf fabled giant or of dragon-claw,Or bloody deed to pilfer and to sellTo ...
Still flowed the music, flowed the wine. The youth in silence went;Through naked streets, in cold moonshine, His homeward way ...
AND do not fear to hope. Can poet's brainMore than the Father's heart rich good invent?Each time we smell the ...
To G.E.M.'Tis a little room, my friend—Baby walks from end to end;All the things look sadly realThis hot noontide unideal;Vaporous ...
Winter froze both brook and well;Fast and fast the snowflakes fell;Children gathered round the hearthMade a summer of their mirth;When ...
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 ...
When things are holding wonted paceIn wonted paths, without a traceOr hint of neighbouring wonder,Sometimes, from other realms, a tone,A ...
When the summer gave us a longer day,And the leaves were thickest, I went away:Like an isle, through dark clouds, ...
They are blind, and they are dead:We will wake them as we go;There are words have not been said,There are ...
Love, the baby,Crept abroad to pluck a flower:One said, Yes, sir; one said, Maybe;One said, Wait the hour.Love, the boy,Joined ...
Beautiful stories wed with lovely daysLike words and music:—what shall be the taleOf love and nobleness that might availTo express ...
Down a warm alley, early in the year,Among the woods, with all the sunshine inAnd all the winds outside it, ...
Were thou and I the white pinionsOn some eager, heaven-born dove,Swift would we mount to the old dominions,To our rest ...
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