Poems by George MacDonald
In The Winter
... Change the feet that have grown weary ...
To A.J. Scott
... Thy voice, Truth's herald, walking the untuned roar, ...
Evening Hymn
... That so to-day what might have been, ...
He Needed Not
... I only saw An earnest, fearless, hopeless face ...
Willie's Question
... You may think yourself great, but at length you'll find ...
The Herd And The Mavis
... An' aye &c. An' I'll speir ye nae mair, sir," said the herd, ...
A Birth-Day Wish
... Each one who loves thee now so much, ...
Consider The Ravens
... When berries are plenty in winter, and worms, ...
Sympathy
... Once, twice, three times, with infant grace ...
Granny Canty
... " "But, grannie, yer face is sae lirkit an' thin, ...
Waiting
... All through noon's hot flame: ...
The Giver
... Thereon some weep, some rave, some scorn, ...
Going To Sleep
... I went down death's lonely stair ...
Smoke
... Old sap, or night-fallen dew, makes damp the fuel ...
The Sang O' The Auld Fowk
... Noo, the horsie's some tired, but the road's nae sae lang ...
