On A December Day By George MacDonald

On A December Day I. This is the sweetness of an April day; The softness of the spring is on the face Of the old…

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Love’s History By George MacDonald

Love’s History Love, the baby, Crept abroad to pluck a flower: One said, Yes, sir; one said, Maybe; One said, Wait the hour. Love, the…

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He Needed Not By George MacDonald

He Needed Not Of whispering trees the tongues to hear, And sermons of the silent stone; To read in brooks the print so clear Of…

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Dr. Doddridges Dog By George MacDonald

Dr. Doddridges Dog ‘What! you Dr. Doddridge’s dog, and not know who made you?’ My little dog, who blessed you With such white toothy-pegs? And…

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Better Things By George MacDonald

Better Things Better to smell the violet Than sip the glowing wine; Better to hearken to a brook Than watch a diamond shine. Better to…

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A Sang ‘O Zion By George MacDonald

A Sang ‘O Zion Ane by ane they gang awa; The getherer gethers grit and sma’: Ane by ane maks ane and a’! Aye whan…

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A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – May By George MacDonald

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – May 1. WHAT though my words glance sideways from the…

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Said And Did By George MacDonald

Said And Did Said the boy as he read, ‘I too will be bold, I will fight for the truth and its glory!’ He went…

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Russell Gurney By George MacDonald

Russell Gurney In that high country whither thou art gone, Right noble friend, thou walkest with thy peers, The gathered great of many a hundred…

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Not Understood By George MacDonald

Not Understood Tumultuous rushing o’er the outstretched plains; A wildered maze of comets and of suns; The blood of changeless God that ever runs With…

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Life-Weary By George MacDonald

Life-Weary O Thou that walkest with nigh hopeless feet Past the one harbour, built for thee and thine. Doth no stray odour from its table…

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George Rolleston By George MacDonald

George Rolleston Dead art thou? No more dead than was the maid Over whose couch the saving God did stand- ‘She is not dead but…

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Consider The Ravens By George MacDonald

Consider The Ravens Lord, according to thy words, I have considered thy birds; And I find their life good, And better the better understood: Sowing…

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An Old Story By George MacDonald

An Old Story I. In the ancient house of ages, See, they cannot rest! With a hope, which awe assuages, Tremble all the blest. For…

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A Manchester Poem By George MacDonald

A Manchester Poem ‘Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad. The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on fold The chimneyed city; and…

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Written On A Stormy Night By George MacDonald

Written On A Stormy Night O wild and dark! a night hath found me now Wherein I mingle with that element Sent madly loose through…

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Power By George MacDonald

Power Power that is not of God, however great, Is but the downward rushing and the glare Of a swift meteor that hath lost its…

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Much And More By George MacDonald

Much And More When thy heart, love-filled, grows graver, And eternal bliss looks nearer, Ask thy heart, nor show it favour, Is the gift or…

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In A Churchyard By George MacDonald

In A Churchyard There may be seeming calm above, but no!- There is a pulse below which ceases not, A subterranean working, fiery hot, Deep…

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Fighting By George MacDonald

Fighting Here is a temple strangely wrought: Within it I can see Two spirits of a diverse thought Contend for mastery. One is an angel…

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Christmas Song Of The Old Children By George MacDonald

Christmas Song Of The Old Children Well for youth to seek the strong, Beautiful, and brave! We, the old, who walk along Gently to the…

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A Vision Of St. Eligius By George MacDonald

A Vision Of St. Eligius I. I see thy house, but I am blown about, A wind-mocked kite, between the earth and sky, All out…

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A Dream Of Waking By George MacDonald

A Dream Of Waking A child was born in sin and shame, Wronged by his very birth, Without a home, without a name, One over…

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What Man Is There Of You By George MacDonald

What Man Is There Of You The homely words how often read! How seldom fully known! ‘Which father of you, asked for bread, Would give…

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Oh That A Wind By George MacDonald

Oh That A Wind Oh that a wind would call From the depths of the leafless wood! Oh that a voice would fall On the…

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Love Is Strength By George MacDonald

Love Is Strength Love alone is great in might, Makes the heavy burden light, Smooths rough ways to weary feet, Makes the bitter morsel sweet:…

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Hom. Il. V. 403 By George MacDonald

Hom. Il. V. 403 If thou art tempted by a thought of ill, Crave not too soon for victory, nor deem Thou art a coward…

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Doubt Heralding Vision By George MacDonald

Doubt Heralding Vision An angel saw me sitting by a brook, Pleased with the silence, and the melodies Of wind and water which did fall…

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Bedtime By George MacDonald

Bedtime ‘Come, children, put away your toys; Roll up that kite’s long line; The day is done for girls and boys- Look, it is almost…

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A Prisoner By George MacDonald

A Prisoner The hinges are so rusty The door is fixed and fast; The windows are so dusty The sun looks in aghast: Knock out…

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A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – January By George MacDonald

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – January 1. LORD, what I once had done with youthful…

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Second Sight By George MacDonald

Second Sight Rich is the fancy which can double back All seeming forms, and from cold icicles Build up high glittering palaces where dwells Summer…

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Rondel By George MacDonald

Rondel I follow, tottering, in the funeral train That bears my body to the welcoming grave. As those I mourn not, that entomb the brave,…

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Noontide Hymn By George MacDonald

Noontide Hymn I love thy skies, thy sunny mists, Thy fields, thy mountains hoar, Thy wind that bloweth where it lists- Thy will, I love…

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Life Or Death By George MacDonald

Life Or Death Is there a secret Joy, that may not weep, For every flower that ends its little span, For every child that groweth…

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General Gordon By George MacDonald

General Gordon I. Victorious through failure! faithful Lord, Who for twelve angel legions wouldst not pray From thine own country of eternal day, To shield…

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Confidence By George MacDonald

Confidence Lie down upon the ground, thou hopeless one! Press thy face in the grass, and do not speak. Dost feel the green globe whirl?…

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An Old Sermon With A New Text By George MacDonald

An Old Sermon With A New Text My wife contrived a fleecy thing Her husband to infold, For ’tis the pride of woman still To…

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A Mammon-Marriage By George MacDonald

A Mammon-Marriage The croak of a raven hoar! A dog’s howl, kennel-tied! Loud shuts the carriage-door: The two are away on their ghastly ride To…

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Written For One In Sore Pain By George MacDonald

Written For One In Sore Pain Shepherd, on before thy sheep, Hear thy lamb that bleats behind! Scarce the track I stumbling keep! Through my…

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Prayer By George MacDonald

Prayer We doubt the word that tells us: Ask, And ye shall have your prayer; We turn our thoughts as to a task, With will…

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Morning Hymn By George MacDonald

Morning Hymn O Lord of life, thy quickening voice Awakes my morning song! In gladsome words I would rejoice That I to thee belong. I…

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If I Were A Monk, And If Thou Wert A Nun By George MacDonald

If I Were A Monk, And If Thou Wert A Nun If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun, Pacing it wearily, wearily,…

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Father By George MacDonald

Father Father, I cry to thee for bread With hungred longing, eager prayer; Thou hear’st, and givest me instead More hunger and a half-despair. 0…

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Christmas Prayer By George MacDonald

Christmas Prayer Cold my heart, and poor, and low, Like thy stable in the rock; Do not let it orphan go, It is of thy…

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A Thanksgiving For F. D. Maurice By George MacDonald

A Thanksgiving For F. D. Maurice The veil hath lifted and hath fallen; and him Who next it stood before us, first so long, We…

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A Christmas Prayer By George MacDonald

A Christmas Prayer Loving looks the large-eyed cow, Loving stares the long-eared ass At Heaven’s glory in the grass! Child, with added human birth Come…

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Were I A Skilful Painter By George MacDonald

Were I A Skilful Painter Were I a skilful painter, My pencil, not my pen, Should try to teach thee hope and fear, And who…

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Oh Thou Of Little Faith By George MacDonald

Oh Thou Of Little Faith Sad-hearted, be at peace: the snowdrop lies Buried in sepulchre of ghastly snow; But spring is floating up the southern…

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Love Is Home By George MacDonald

Love Is Home Love is the part, and love is the whole; Love is the robe, and love is the pall; Ruler of heart and…

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Hame By George MacDonald

Hame The warl it’s dottit wi’ hames As thick as gowans o’ the green, Aye bonnier ilk ane nor the lave To him wha there…

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Dorcas By George MacDonald

Dorcas If I might guess, then guess I would That, mid the gathered folk, This gentle Dorcas one day stood, And heard when Jesus spoke….

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Baby By George MacDonald

Baby Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere into here. Where did you get those eyes so blue? Out of the…

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A Prayer In Sickness By George MacDonald

A Prayer In Sickness Thou foldest me in sickness; Thou callest through the cloud; I batter with the thickness Of the swathing, blinding shroud: Oh,…

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A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – July By George MacDonald

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – July 1. ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind…

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Sabbath Bells By George MacDonald

Sabbath Bells Oh holy Sabbath bells, Ye have a pleasant voice! Through all the land your music swells, And man with one commandment tells To…

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Reverence Waking Hope By George MacDonald

Reverence Waking Hope A power is on me, and my soul must speak To thee, thou grey, grey man, whom I behold With those white-headed…

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No End Of No-Story By George MacDonald

No End Of No-Story There is a river whose waters run asleep run run ever singing in the shallows dumb in the hollows sleeping so…

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Let Your Light So Shine By George MacDonald

Let Your Light So Shine Sometimes, O Lord, thou lightest in my head A lamp that well might pharos all the lands; Anon the light…

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Gaein And Comin By George MacDonald

Gaein And Comin Whan Andrew frae Strathbogie gaed The lift was lowerin dreary, The sun he wadna raise his heid, The win’ blew laich and…

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