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 ...
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 ...
I.One is a slow and melancholy maid;I know riot if she cometh from the skiesOr from the sleepy gulfs, but ...
Oh! is it Death that comesTo have a foretaste of the whole?To-night the planets and the starsWill glimmer through my ...
I have a puppet-jointed child,She's but three half-years old;Through lawless hair her eyes gleam wildWith looks both shy and bold.Like ...
How shall he sing who hath no song?He laugh who hath no mirth?Will cannot wake the sleeping song!Yea, Love itself ...
'Tis time to sleep, my little boy:Why gaze thy bright eyes so?At night our children, for new joyHome to thy ...
Autumn clouds are flying, flyingO'er the waste of blue;Summer flowers are dying, dying,Late so lovely new.Labouring wains are slowly rollingHome ...
Grief held me silent in my seat;I neither moved nor smiled:Joy held her silent at my feet,My shining lily-child.She raised ...
Satan, avaunt!Nay, take thine hour,Thou canst not daunt,Thou hast no power;Be welcome to thy nest,Though it be in my breast.Burrow ...
They are blind, and they are dead:We will wake them as we go;There are words have not been said,There are ...
Here is a temple strangely wrought:Within it I can seeTwo spirits of a diverse thoughtContend for mastery.One is an angel ...
Waking in the night to pray,Sleeping when the answer comes,Foolish are we even at play—Tearfully we beat our drums!Cast the ...
The stars are all watching;God's angel is catchingAt thy skirts in the darkness deep!Gold hinges grating,The mighty dead waiting,Why dost ...
Father, in the dark I lay,Thirsting for the light,Helpless, but for hope alwayIn thy father-might.Out of darkness came the morn,Out ...
Babe Jesus lay in Mary's lap,The sun shone in his hair;And this was how she saw, mayhap,The crown already there.For ...
Thrice-happy he whose heart, each new-born night,When old-worn day hath vanished o'er earth's brim,And he hath laid him down in ...
Methinks I see thee, lying straight and low,Silent and darkling, in thy earthy bed,The mighty strength in which I trusted, ...
Lie down upon the ground, thou hopeless one!Press thy face in the grass, and do not speak.Dost feel the green ...
There is a bellowing in me, as of mightUnfleshed and visionless, mangling the airWith horrible convulse, as if it bareThe ...
Beautiful mother is busy all day,So busy she neither can sing nor say;But lovely thoughts, in a ceaseless flow,Through her ...
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