With A Copy of: “In Memoriam” (George MacDonald Poems)
To: E.M. II.Dear friend, you love the poet's song,And here is one for your regard.You know the "melancholy bard,"Whose grief ...
To: E.M. II.Dear friend, you love the poet's song,And here is one for your regard.You know the "melancholy bard,"Whose grief ...
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 ...
On An Engraving of Scheffer's Christus ConsolatorI.What human form is this? what form divine?And who are these that gaze upon ...
The monk was praying in his cell,With bowed head praying sore;He had been praying on his kneesFor two long hours ...
What maks ye sae canty, granny dear?Has some kin' body been for ye to speir?Ye luik as smilin an' fain ...
Every time would have its songIf the heart were right,Seeing Love all tender-strongFills the day and night.Weary drop the hands ...
From the German of Dessler.O Lord, how happy is the timeWhen in thy love I rest!When from my weariness I ...
Great-hearted child, thy very being The Son,Who know'st the hearts of all us prodigals;—For who is prodigal but he who ...
Dark stranger on the teeming map of fateFabric, that seem'st a thing alike apartFrom aught that nature or that art ...
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 ...
For years eighteen she, patient soul,Her eyes had graveward sent;Her earthly life was lapt in dole,She was so bowed and ...
Win' that blaws the simmer plaidOwer the hie hill's shoothers laid,Green wi' gerse, an' reid wi' heather—Welcome wi' yer sowl-like ...
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 ...
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 ...
They have no more wine! she said.But they had enough of bread;And the vessels by the doorHeld for thirst a ...
Seek not my name—it doth no virtue bear;Seek, seek thine own primeval name to find—The name God called when thy ...
Here much and little shift and change,With scale of need and time;There more and less have meanings strange,Which the world ...
WHO is this little one lying,Said Time, "at my garden-gate,Moaning and sobbing and crying,Out in the cold so late?""They lurked ...
Hears't thou the dash of water, loud and hoarse,With its perpetual tidings upward climb,Struggling against the wind? Oh, how sublime!For ...
Here stands a giant stone from whose far topComes down the sounding water: let me gazeTill every sense of man ...
Chained is the Spring. The Night-wind boldBlows over the hard earth;Time is not more confused and cold,Nor keeps more wintry ...
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