Lycabas (George MacDonald Poems)
A name of the Year. Some say the word means a march of wolves,which wolves, running in single file, are ...
George MacDonald Poems on Soul (76 Poems)
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 ...
A Prayer for the Past: All sights and sounds of day and yea (George MacDonald Poems)
All sights and sounds of day and year,All groups and forms, each leaf and gem,Are thine, O God, nor will ...
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 ...
To My Mother Earth (George MacDonald Poems)
O Earth, Earth, Earth,I am dying for love of thee,For thou hast given me birth,And thy hands have tended me.I ...
Halloween (George MacDonald Poems)
Sweep up the flure, Janet;Put on anither peat.It's a lown and a starry nicht, Janet,And nowther cauld nor weet.It's the ...
King Cole (George MacDonald Poems)
King Cole he reigned in Aureoland,But the sceptre was seldom in his handFar oftener was there his golden cup—He ate ...
The Lost Soul (George MacDonald Poems)
Look! look there!Send your eyes across the grayBy my finger-point awayThrough the vaporous, fumy air.Beyond the air, you see the ...
Songs of the Spring Nights (George MacDonald Poems)
I.The flush of green that dyed the dayHath vanished in the moon;Flower-scents float stronger out, and playAn unborn, coming tune.One ...
Songs of the Summer Nights (George MacDonald Poems)
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 ...
Songs of the Winter Nights (George MacDonald Poems)
I.Back shining from the pane, the fireSeems outside in the snow:So love set free from love's desireLights grief of long ...
At My Window After Sunset (George MacDonald Poems)
Heaven and the sea attend the dying day,And in their sadness overflow and blend—Faint gold, and windy blue, and green ...
I Would I Were A Child (George MacDonald Poems)
I would I were a child,That I might look, and laugh, and say, My Father!And follow thee with running feet, ...
The Widow of Nain (George MacDonald Poems)
Forth from the city, with the loadThat makes the trampling low,They walk along the dreary roadThat dust and ashes go.The ...
Sleep (George MacDonald Poems)
Oh! is it Death that comesTo have a foretaste of the whole?To-night the planets and the starsWill glimmer through my ...
Mary Magdalene (George MacDonald Poems)
With wandering eyes and aimless zeal,She hither, thither, goes;Her speech, her motions, all revealA mind without repose.She climbs the hills, ...
In The Winter (George MacDonald Poems)
In the winter, flowers are springing;In the winter, woods are green,Where our banished birds are singing,Where our summer sun is ...
I Know What Beauty Is (George MacDonald Poems)
I know what beauty is, for thouHast set the world within my heart;Of me thou madest it a part;I never ...
The Woman of Whom Satan Had Bound (George MacDonald Poems)
For years eighteen she, patient soul,Her eyes had graveward sent;Her earthly life was lapt in dole,She was so bowed and ...
The Beloved Disciple (George MacDonald Poems)
I.One do I see and twelve; but second thereMethinks I know thee, thou beloved one;Not from thy nobler port, for ...
Love Is Home (George MacDonald Poems)
Love is the part, and love is the whole;Love is the robe, and love is the pall;Ruler of heart and ...
A Vision of St. Eligius (George MacDonald Poems)
I.I see thy house, but I am blown about,A wind-mocked kite, between the earth and sky,All out of doors—alas! of ...
Marriage Songs (George MacDonald Poems)
They have no more wine! she said.But they had enough of bread;And the vessels by the doorHeld for thirst a ...
Fighting (George MacDonald Poems)
Here is a temple strangely wrought:Within it I can seeTwo spirits of a diverse thoughtContend for mastery.One is an angel ...
Come Unto Me (George MacDonald Poems)
Come unto me, the Master says:—But how? I am not good;No thankful song my heart will raise,Nor even wish it ...
Christmas, 1873 (George MacDonald Poems)
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 ...
The Woman Who Came Behind Him In The Crowd (George MacDonald Poems)
Near him she stole, rank after rank;She feared approach too loud;She touched his garment's hem, and shrankBack in the sheltering ...
Shadows (George MacDonald Poems)
All things are shadows of thee, Lord;The sun himself is but thy shade;My spirit is the shadow of thy word,A ...
The Widow With The Two Mites (George MacDonald Poems)
Here much and little shift and change,With scale of need and time;There more and less have meanings strange,Which the world ...