Poems by George MacDonald
The Last Wooin
... The warm win' blew, the blackcock flew, ...
The Lily of The Valley
... And winter moons will give them magic power ...
Pilate's Wife
... Well mightst thou suffer things not few ...
The Lost Soul
... The thunder that buffets, the lightning that blinds! ...
To My Mother Earth
... And my feet shall smite the cliffs of change ...
Cottage-Songs
... rub it dry; Make the ray-door clean and bright: ...
The Wakeful Sleeper
... Her hands tight-clasped her bent knees hold ...
The Sheep and The Goat
... Though creased, and stained, and very old, ...
When The Storm Was Proudest
... I heard the sound of streams that I heard not through the day, ...
On A Movement Of Beethovens
... Or dream, Inspire its notes, that spread so charmd a stream ...
To Aurelio Saffi
... Defeat thou know'st not, canst not know, ...
What Makes Summer?
... Romps and dreams and games and gambols, ...
Christmas Meditation
... Binding Earth to the Father's throne ...
Mirls
... ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Throu the heather an' how gaed the creepin thing, ...
To Any One
... Then, when she draws near thy door, ...
