The Disciple (George MacDonald Poems)
I.The times are changed, and gone the dayWhen the high heavenly land,Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,And men could understand.The ...
George MacDonald Poems on Wisdom & Knowledge (28 Poems)
A Manchester Poem (George MacDonald Poems)
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – October (George MacDonald Poems)
1.REMEMBER, Lord, thou hast not made me good.Or if thou didst, it was so long agoI have forgotten—and never understood,I ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – December (George MacDonald Poems)
1.I AM a little weary of my life—Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the bloodToo slowly laves the coral shores ...
Willie’s Question (George MacDonald Poems)
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 ...
Of The Son of Man (George MacDonald Poems)
I. I honour Nature, holding it unjustTo look with jealousy on her designs;With every passing year more fast she twinesAbout ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – February (George MacDonald Poems)
1.I TO myself have neither power nor worth,Patience nor love, nor anything right good;My soul is a poor land, plenteous ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – November (George MacDonald Poems)
1.THOU art of this world, Christ. Thou know'st it all;Thou know'st our evens, our morns, our red and gray;How moons, ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – July (George MacDonald Poems)
1.ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!Moaning, poor Fancy's doves are swept away.I sit alone, a sorrow half ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – May (George MacDonald Poems)
1.WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thingWhich I would utter in thine ear, my sire!Truth in the inward ...
The Sangreal (George MacDonald Poems)
A Part Of The Story Omitted In The Old RomancesHow sir Galahad despaired of finding the GrailThrough the wood the ...
The Three Horses (George MacDonald Poems)
What shall I be?—I will be a knightWalled up in armour black,With a sword of sharpness, a hammer of might.And ...
The Old Garden (George MacDonald Poems)
I.I stood in an ancient gardenWith high red walls around;Over them grey and green lichensIn shadowy arabesque wound.The topmost climbing ...
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 ...
What Makes Summer? (George MacDonald Poems)
Winter froze both brook and well;Fast and fast the snowflakes fell;Children gathered round the hearthMade a summer of their mirth;When ...
A Make-Believe (George MacDonald Poems)
I will think as thinks the rabbit:—Oh, delightIn the nightWhen the moonSets the tuneTo the woods!And the broodsAll run out,Frisk ...
After Thomas Kempis (George MacDonald Poems)
I.Who follows Jesus shall not walkIn darksome road with danger rife;But in his heart the Truth will talk,And on his ...
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 ...
Legend of The Corrievrecha (George MacDonald Poems)
Prince Breacan of Denmark was lord of the strandAnd lord of the billowy sea;Lord of the sea and lord of ...
A Thanksgiving (George MacDonald Poems)
The veil hath lifted and hath fallen; and himWho next it stood before us, first so long,We see not; but ...
Longing (George MacDonald Poems)
My heart is full of inarticulate pain,And beats laborious. Cold ungenial looksInvade my sanctuary. Men of gain,Wise in success, well-read ...
The Sparrow (George MacDonald Poems)
O Lord, I cannot but believeThe birds do sing thy praises then, when they sing to one another,And they are ...
The Prism (George MacDonald Poems)
I.A pool of broken sunbeams layUpon the passage-floor,Radiant and rich, profound and gayAs ever diamond bore.Small, flitting hands a handkerchiefSpread ...
Better Things (George MacDonald Poems)
Better to smell the violetThan sip the glowing wine;Better to hearken to a brookThan watch a diamond shine.Better to have ...
Martha (George MacDonald Poems)
With joyful pride her heart is high:Her humble house doth holdThe man her nation's prophecyLong ages hath foretold!Poor, is he? ...
To A.J. Scott, May, 1857 (George MacDonald Poems)
When, long ago, the daring of my youthDrew nigh thy greatness with a little thing,Thou didst receive me; and thy ...
Shew Us The Father (George MacDonald Poems)
Shew us the Father. Chiming stars of space,And lives that fit the worlds, and means and powers,A Thought that holds ...
To Aurelio Saffi (George MacDonald Poems)
To God and man be simply true;Do as thou hast been wont to do;Bring out thy treasures, old and new—Mean ...