Poems by George MacDonald
They Are Blind
... There are words have not been said, ...
Hope and Patience
... The shell that keeps it alive is Patience ...
The Thorn In The Flesh
... At last, through bones and flesh and shrinking skin, ...
A Sang 'O Zion
... The getherer gethers grit and sma': ...
The Father's Worshippers
... 'Tis we, not in thine arms, who weep and pray ...
The Lark and The Wind
... "Sad am I: the world lies groaning!" ...
A Noonday Melody
... And the thoughts are as still in my brain ...
Legend of The Corrievrechan
... Of the hair that is brown thou shalt twist one strand, ...
Sabbath Bells
... Where skies are calm, and wings are free ...
Life-Weary
... - Shame, Faithless! No, I do not mean the grave! ...
A Hidden Life
... For he knew That God doth make the beasts, and loves them well, ...
Thou Also
... The murder cells! but think-that, if your knees ...
To A Certain Critic
... Cried, "Sorry cook! why, what a mess of dirt!" ...
Bird-Songs
... Gone away, Down, away, and out of sight: ...
The Hills
... Clasp my hand close, my child, in thine- ...
