Poems by George MacDonald
To My Lord and Master
... Near and afar I see thee, and I love thee ...
God; Not Gift
... Parched, bare, unsightly things doth show ...
The Burnie
... Mang her yows an' her lammies the herd-lassie stude, ...
The Donkey In The Cart To The Horse In The Carriage
... " X. I thanked him for his counsel, and said I thought I'd take it, really, ...
I Know What Beauty Is
... His sisters' sport, his new-found nest, ...
A Winter Prayer
... Through east winds keen with wrong and lies ...
False Prophets
... Smoking, smouldering Tophets ...
A Prayer for the Past: All sights and sounds of day and yea
... From things which we name small, thine eyes ...
Sun and Moon
... Which fed my hope with fear, and made my strength a truth ...
The Old Castle
... Up they jumped when they heard him call! ...
Oh Thou Of Little Faith
... But spring is floating up the southern skies, ...
Bell Upon Organ
... And, then, The weather can't cause me to shrink or increase: ...
Russell Gurney
... Thee childhood loved, and on thy breast would lean, ...
To Garibaldi--With a Book
... Unmanful thoughts, and cloud his mind with grief: ...
On The Source of The Arve
... Thy heart, wild stream, hath yearned for its full force, ...
