December 27, 1879 (George MacDonald Poems)
Every time would have its songIf the heart were right,Seeing Love all tender-strongFills the day and night.Weary drop the hands ...
George MacDonald Poems (418 Poems)
Saint Peter (George MacDonald Poems)
O Peter, wherefore didst thou doubt?Indeed the spray flew fast about,But he was there whose walking footCould make the wandering ...
O Lord, How Happy! (George MacDonald Poems)
From the German of Dessler.O Lord, how happy is the timeWhen in thy love I rest!When from my weariness I ...
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 ...
Far and Near (George MacDonald Poems)
The fact which suggested this poem is related by Clarke in his Travels.I.Blue sky above, blue sea below,Far off, the ...
The Hills (George MacDonald Poems)
Behind my father's cottage liesA gentle grassy heightUp which I often ran—to gazeBack with a wondering sight,For then the chimneys ...
For Where Your Treasure Is, There Will Your Heart Be Also (George MacDonald Poems)
The miser lay on his lonely bed;Life's candle was burning dim.His heart in an iron chest was hidUnder heaps of ...
Nannie Braw (George MacDonald Poems)
I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie,I' yer goon and yer ribbons and a';But I like ye better on Mondays, ...
Christmas, 1880 (George MacDonald Poems)
Great-hearted child, thy very being The Son,Who know'st the hearts of all us prodigals;—For who is prodigal but he who ...
To A.J. Scott (George MacDonald Poems)
I walked all night: the darkness did not yield.Around me fell a mist, a weary rain,Enduring long. At length the ...
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, ...
Little Elfie (George MacDonald Poems)
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 ...
From North Wales: To The Mother (George MacDonald Poems)
When the summer gave us a longer day,And the leaves were thickest, I went away:Like an isle, through dark clouds, ...
After The Fashion of An Old Emblem (George MacDonald Poems)
I have long enough been working down in my cellar,Working spade and pick, boring-chisel and drill;I long for wider spaces, ...
No Sign (George MacDonald Poems)
O Lord, if on the wind, at cool of day,I heard one whispered word of mighty grace;If through the darkness, ...
Sharing (George MacDonald Poems)
On the far horizon thereHeaps of cloudy darkness rest;Though the wind is in the airThere is stupor east and west.For ...
The Pinafore (George MacDonald Poems)
When peevish flaws his soul have stirredTo fretful tears for crossed desires,Obedient to his mother's wordMy child to banishment retires.As ...
Hame (George MacDonald Poems)
The warl it's dottit wi' hamesAs thick as gowans o' the green,Aye bonnier ilk ane nor the laveTo him wha ...
The Thorn In The Flesh (George MacDonald Poems)
Within my heart a worm had long been hid.I knew it not when I went down and chidBecause some servants ...
How Shall He Sing Who Hath No Song? (George MacDonald Poems)
How shall he sing who hath no song?He laugh who hath no mirth?Will cannot wake the sleeping song!Yea, Love itself ...
The Tree’s Prayer (George MacDonald Poems)
Alas, 'tis cold and dark!The wind all night hath sung a wintry tune!Hail from black clouds that swallowed up the ...
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 ...
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 ...
A Meditation Of St. Eligius (George MacDonald Poems)
Queen Mary one day Jesus sentTo fetch some water, legends tell;The little boy, obedient,Drew a full pitcher from the well;But ...
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 Sleepless Jesus (George MacDonald Poems)
'Tis time to sleep, my little boy:Why gaze thy bright eyes so?At night our children, for new joyHome to thy ...
On A Movement Of Beethoven’s (George MacDonald Poems)
Ave! Once more touch the stringsThat Memory may feed upon the strain,And over-live againThe days,When the heart gloried in the ...
The Burnie (George MacDonald Poems)
The water ran doon frae the heich hope-heid,Wi' a Rin, burnie, rin;It wimpled, an' waggled, an' sang a screedO' nonsense, ...
Time (George MacDonald Poems)
A lang-backit, spilgie, fuistit auld carlGangs a' nicht rakin athort the warlWi' a pock on his back, luikin hungry an' ...
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 ...