Poems by George MacDonald
Quiet Dead!
... Fathers, children, mothers, ...
Time
... His bag 'maist the deith o' him, pangt like a ba' ...
Sharing
... Where the light of heaven hath shone ...
Fate
... When the black fate came onward with the rush ...
After Thomas Kempis
... VI. If thou dost think thy knowledge good, ...
Christmas Day, 1850
... Who shone from Heaven on Earth this Christmas-time ...
Steadfast
... Gleam stern and steady through the wavering wrack ...
To Lady Noel Byron
... Men sought, ambition's thirst to slake, ...
A Dream-Song
... Oh, the dews and the moths and the daisy-red, ...
The Man of Songs
... " "Blue clouds like distant hills they are, ...
Within and Without: Part IV: A Dramatic Poem
... [His eye falls on that likeness of Jesus said to be copied from an ...
The Chrysalis
... A shapeless mass that scarce can mould a sigh!" ...
What The Auld Fowk Are Thinkin
... But the bairns little think what the auld fowk are thinkin ...
The Woman In The Temple
... False pride, false shame, they come not near, ...
A Broken Prayer
... all Thy nature hath been stung right through and through ...
