Poems by George MacDonald
Mary Magdalene
... She climbs the hills, she haunts the sea, ...
The Bonny, Bonny Dell
... Whaur the win' comes and moans, and the rain comes and weeps ...
Our Ship
... What bright things, hid from star and foam, ...
A Vision of St. Eligius
... II. Lord, thou dost hold my string, else were I driven ...
A Better Thing
... 'Twas but a bird-moth, which with limp horns gored ...
Blind Sorrow
... Thou did'st walk so, with heaven-born eyes down bent ...
On A Midge
... Each of you Is perfect as an angel! wings and eyes ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - September
... When I should rush to the front, and take thy foe by the throat ...
Song of the Saints and Angels
... Thy black sheep's faithful shepherd ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - January
... Should sudden brain-frost through the heart's summer run, ...
In Memorium: Lady Caroline Charteris
... God had thee graced with more than leave ...
I See Thee Not
... Is that thy wind that through the pines doth blow ...
Written On A Stormy Night
... Above the sobbing clouds, up through the steady fires! ...
For Where Your Treasure Is, There Will Your Heart Be Also
... And shrieked, as ghosts may, at the crumbling touch, ...
What Man Is There of You?
... He prayed, thou heard'st, and gav'st the bread: ...
