Poems by George MacDonald
The Woman That Was A Sinner
... Of tears thou couldst not have such store ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - July
... Behold. 26. Some say that thou their endless love host won ...
Much and More
... When thy heart, love-filled, grows graver, ...
The Sweeper of the Floor
... "Daughter," it said, "thou sweepest well my floor!" ...
The Dead Hand
... Oh, the heart of the dead and the hand of the dead ...
Tell Me
... You must lie at the foot of the glorious heap ...
Gaein And Comin
... Ye're straucht and rare-ye're fause though fair!- ...
The Widow With The Two Mites
... There more and less have meanings strange, ...
A Baby-Sermon
... But the stars and the stillness ...
The Human
... With prayer and love from Faith and Duty flowing! ...
The Wind of The World
... Through chinks of time heaven peepeth out, ...
In The Night
... come near!" Calling, in silent intervals, ...
The Dwellers Within
... The kindred of the shapes that haunt the shore ...
To The Clouds
... Even thence, O God, draw thy rich gifts of rains ...
Sonnet: A. M. D.
... Crowned with its own dark curls: though thou wast dead, ...
