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.REMEMBER, Lord, thou hast not made me good.Or if thou didst, it was so long agoI have forgotten—and never understood,I ...
1.I AM a little weary of my life—Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the bloodToo slowly laves the coral shores ...
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 ...
1.FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goesInto our hearts—that is the Father's plan.From heart to heart it sinks, it ...
1.LORD, I do choose the higher than my will.I would be handled by thy nursing armsAfter thy will, not my ...
1.WE are a shadow and a shining, we!One moment nothing seems but what we see,Nor aught to rule but common ...
1.SO shall abundant entrance me be givenInto the truth, my life's inheritance.Lo! as the sun shoots straight from out his ...
1.WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thingWhich I would utter in thine ear, my sire!Truth in the inward ...
I. I honour Nature, holding it unjustTo look with jealousy on her designs;With every passing year more fast she twinesAbout ...
A clock aeonian, steady and tall,With its back to creation's flaming wall,Stands at the foot of a dim, wide stair.Swing, ...
I.Who follows Jesus shall not walkIn darksome road with danger rife;But in his heart the Truth will talk,And on his ...
Heaven and the sea attend the dying day,And in their sadness overflow and blend—Faint gold, and windy blue, and green ...
When peevish flaws his soul have stirredTo fretful tears for crossed desires,Obedient to his mother's wordMy child to banishment retires.As ...
I cannot praise thee. By his instrumentThe master sits, and moves nor foot nor hand;For see the organ-pipes this, that ...
A quiet heart, submissive, meek,Father, do thou bestow,Which more than granted, will not seekTo have, or give, or know.Each little ...
Christmas-Days are still in store:—Will they change—steal faded hither?Or come fresh as heretofore,Summering all our winter weather?Surely they will keep ...
Trust my father, saith the eldest-born;I did trust him ere the earth began;Not to know him is to be forlorn;Not ...
O wind of God, that blowest in the mind,Blow, blow and wake the gentle spring in me;Blow, swifter blow, a ...
Rich is the fancy which can double backAll seeming forms, and from cold iciclesBuild up high glittering palaces where dwellsSummer ...
Lord, I have laid my heart upon thy altarBut cannot get the wood to burn;It hardly flares ere it begins ...
In God alone, the perfect end,Wilt thou find thyself or friend.(George MacDonald)
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