Poems by George MacDonald
Christmas, 1884
... What though the loved be scattered far, ...
The Early Bird
... "I've had fifteen to-day, and the children five each, ...
Sir Lark and King Sun
... He will change my brown feathers to a glory of gold!" ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - October
... 29. What though things change and pass, nor come again! ...
O Lassie Ayont The Hill!
... The spectre wud melt, shot through and through ...
To G. M. T.
... Loved more than thy great heart can think, ...
How Shall He Sing Who Hath No Song?
... When the great Right hath quelled the wrong, ...
The Watcher
... And if those clasped hands tremble, comes a power ...
The Women Who Ministered Unto Him
... But powers that wear and waste and tire, ...
Songs of the Summer Nights
... IV. What art thou, gathering dusky cool, ...
Little Bo-Peep
... "They've taken their tails, but they've left their trails, ...
Reverence Waking Hope
... I am bold To commune with thy setting, and to wreak ...
A Book of Dreams: Part II
... They shake, they groan, they bend, they crack ...
Truth, Not Form!
... I bent my head, though not without some trouble, ...
The Shadows
... My little boy, with smooth, fair cheeks, ...
