Poems by George MacDonald
A Prayer for the Past: Now far from my old northern land,
... Soft power from heaven our souls to lift ...
An Old Story
... Heaven down-brooding, Earth upstraining, ...
Master and Boy
... "Then caught me, with 'Welcome, New-year! ...
Autumn's Gold
... And through the woods, all waste of many a breeze, ...
Concerning Jesus
... XIV. Where dim the ethereal eye, no art, though clear ...
The Owl and The Bell
... And thought the Bell's tremble his own great thunder: ...
Not Understood
... A monstrous fiction, which, collapsing, stuns ...
Greitna, Father
... Auld names we'll nor tyne nor spare! ...
Godly Ballants
... But his brithers they eat, an' they drink, an' they chat, ...
Song of The Waiting Dead
... But no one says, "He will not come!" ...
Approaches
... When thy heart says, "Father, pardon!" ...
Hom. IL. v. 403
... rather fill Thine eye with forms thou knowest to be truth ...
A Make-Believe
... To save his dear beasts from his cruel children! ...
Hope Deferred
... Airy joy Is sparkling in thine eyes, and in their light ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - June
... Less than the gift to claim, would be the giver to scorn ...
