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 ...
I.The times are changed, and gone the dayWhen the high heavenly land,Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,And men could understand.The ...
1.I AM a little weary of my life—Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the bloodToo slowly laves the coral shores ...
1.Lord of the world's undying youth, What joys are in thy might!What beauties of the inner truth, And of the ...
1.REMEMBER, Lord, thou hast not made me good.Or if thou didst, it was so long agoI have forgotten—and never understood,I ...
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 ...
I. I honour Nature, holding it unjustTo look with jealousy on her designs;With every passing year more fast she twinesAbout ...
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 ...
What dost thou here, O soul,Beyond thy own control,Under the strange wild sky?0 stars, reach down your hands,And clasp me ...
I.Mary, to thee the heart was givenFor infant hand to hold,And clasp thus, an eternal heaven,The great earth in its ...
All sights and sounds of day and year,All groups and forms, each leaf and gem,Are thine, O God, nor will ...
I.Who follows Jesus shall not walkIn darksome road with danger rife;But in his heart the Truth will talk,And on his ...
Content Primroses,With hearts at rest in your thick leaves' soft care,Peeping as from his mother's lap the childWho courts shy ...
I.A gentle wind, of western birthOn some far summer sea,Wakes daisies in the wintry earth,Wakes hopes in wintry me.The sun ...
I.The dreary wind of night is out,Homeless and wandering slow;O'er pale seas moaning like a doubt,It breathes, but will not ...
Alas, 'tis cold and dark!The wind all night hath sung a wintry tune!Hail from black clouds that swallowed up the ...
Ave! Once more touch the stringsThat Memory may feed upon the strain,And over-live againThe days,When the heart gloried in the ...
I.Upon a rock I sat—a mountain-side,Far, far forsaken of the old sea's lip;A rock where ancient waters' rise and dip,Recoil ...
I.This is the sweetness of an April day;The softness of the spring is on the faceOf the old year. She ...
Out of the gulf into the glory,Father, my soul cries out to be lifted.Dark is the woof of my dismal ...
Where went the feet that hitherto have come?Here yawns no gulf to quench the flowing past!With lengthening pauses broke, the ...
I.Hark, in the steeple the dull bell swingingOver the furrows ill ploughed by Death!Hark the bird-babble, the loud lark singing!Hark, ...
Come unto me, the Master says:—But how? I am not good;No thankful song my heart will raise,Nor even wish it ...
It is no winter night comes downUpon our hearts, dear friends of old;But a May evening, softly brown,Whose wind is ...
Is there a secret Joy, that may not weep,For every flower that ends its little span,For every child that groweth ...
With us there is no gray fearing,With us no aching for lack!For the morn it is always nearing,And the night ...
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