To One Threatened With Blindness (George MacDonald Poems)
I.Lawrence, what though the world be growing dark,And twilight cool thy potent day inclose!The sun, beneath the round earth sunk, ...
George MacDonald Poems (418 Poems)
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 ...
Shall The Dead Praise Thee? (George MacDonald Poems)
I cannot praise thee. By his instrumentThe master sits, and moves nor foot nor hand;For see the organ-pipes this, that ...
Win’ That ‘Blaws (George MacDonald Poems)
Win' that blaws the simmer plaidOwer the hie hill's shoothers laid,Green wi' gerse, an' reid wi' heather—Welcome wi' yer sowl-like ...
A Memorial of Africa (George MacDonald Poems)
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 ...
On A December Day (George MacDonald Poems)
I.This is the sweetness of an April day;The softness of the spring is on the faceOf the old year. She ...
Christmas Song of the Old Children (George MacDonald Poems)
Well for youth to seek the strong,Beautiful, and brave!We, the old, who walk alongGently to the grave,Only pay our court ...
General Gordon (George MacDonald Poems)
I.Victorious through failure! faithful Lord,Who for twelve angel legions wouldst not prayFrom thine own country of eternal day,To shield thee ...
The Mother of Zebedee’s Children (George MacDonald Poems)
She knelt, she bore a bold request,Though shy to speak it out:Ambition, even in mother's breast,Before him stood in doubt."What ...
Were I A Skilful Painter (George MacDonald Poems)
Were I a skilful painter,My pencil, not my pen,Should try to teach thee hope and fear,And who would blame me ...
The Talk Of The Echoes: A Fragment (George MacDonald Poems)
When the cock crows loud from the glen,And the moor-cock chirrs from the heather,What hear ye and see ye then,Ye ...
The Syrophenicia (George MacDonald Poems)
Grant, Lord, her prayer, and let her go;She crieth after us.Nay, to the dogs ye cast it so;Serve not a ...
To Gordon Leaving Khartoum (George MacDonald Poems)
The silence of traitorous feet!The silence of close-pent rage!The roar, and the sudden heart-beat!And the shot through the true heart ...
Contrition (George MacDonald Poems)
Out of the gulf into the glory,Father, my soul cries out to be lifted.Dark is the woof of my dismal ...
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 ...
Autumn Song (George MacDonald Poems)
Autumn clouds are flying, flyingO'er the waste of blue;Summer flowers are dying, dying,Late so lovely new.Labouring wains are slowly rollingHome ...
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 ...
The Thankless Lady (George MacDonald Poems)
It is May, and the moon leans down at nightOver a blossomy land;Leans from her window a lady white,With her ...
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 ...
To My Sister: On Her Twenty-First (George MacDonald Poems)
I.Old fables are not all a lieThat tell of wondrous birth,Of Titan children, father Sky,And mighty mother Earth.Yea, now are ...
The Dead Hand (George MacDonald Poems)
The witch lady walked along the strand,Heard a roaring of the sea,On the edge of a pool saw a dead ...
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? ...
Antiphon (George MacDonald Poems)
Daylight fades away.Is the Lord at handIn the shadows grayStealing on the land?Gently from the eastCome the shadows gray;But our ...
Rejoice (George MacDonald Poems)
Rejoice, said the Sun; "I will make thee gayWith glory and gladness and holiday;I am dumb, O man, and I ...
I See Thee Not (George MacDonald Poems)
Yes, Master, when thou comest thou shalt findA little faith on earth, if I am here!Thou know'st how oft I ...
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 ...
The Failing Track (George MacDonald Poems)
Where went the feet that hitherto have come?Here yawns no gulf to quench the flowing past!With lengthening pauses broke, the ...
A Dead House (George MacDonald Poems)
When the clock hath ceased to tickSoul-like in the gloomy hall;When the latch no more doth clickTongue-like in the red ...
Quiet Dead! (George MacDonald Poems)
Quiet, quiet dead,Have ye aught to sayFrom your hidden bedIn the earthy clay?Fathers, children, mothers,Ye are very quiet;Can ye shout, ...
A Song For Christmas (George MacDonald Poems)
I.Hark, in the steeple the dull bell swingingOver the furrows ill ploughed by Death!Hark the bird-babble, the loud lark singing!Hark, ...