Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

(20 April 1826 - 12 October 1887 / Stoke-on-Trent / England)

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems

1. A Child’s Smile 4/13/2010
2. A Christmas Carol 4/13/2010
3. A Dead Baby 4/13/2010
4. A Dead Sea-Gull 4/13/2010
5. A Dream Of Death 4/13/2010
6. A Dream Of Resurrection 4/13/2010
7. A Fable 4/13/2010
8. A Flower Of A Day 4/13/2010
9. A German Student’s Funeral Hymn 4/13/2010
10. A Ghost At The Dancing 4/13/2010
11. A Hymn For Christmas Morning 4/13/2010
12. A Lancashire Doxology 1/1/2004
13. A Living Picture 4/13/2010
14. A Man’s Wooing 4/13/2010
15. A Marriage-Table 4/13/2010
16. A Psalm For New Year’s Eve 4/13/2010
17. A Question 4/13/2010
18. A Rejected Lover 4/13/2010
19. A Silly Song 4/13/2010
20. A Sketch 4/13/2010
21. A Spirit Present 4/13/2010
22. A Stream’s Singing 4/13/2010
23. A True Hero 4/13/2010
24. A Valentine 4/13/2010
25. A Winter Walk 4/13/2010
26. A Word In Season 4/13/2010
27. After Sunset 4/13/2010
28. An Aurora Borealis 4/13/2010
29. An Evening Guest 4/13/2010
30. An Honest Valentine 4/13/2010
31. An Old Idea 4/13/2010
32. Angel Faces 4/13/2010
33. At Even-Tide 4/13/2010
34. At Last 4/13/2010
35. At The Linn-Side 4/13/2010
36. At The Seaside 4/13/2010
37. Beatrice To Dante 4/13/2010
38. Benedetta Minelli 4/13/2010
39. Between Two Worlds 4/13/2010
40. Buried To-Day 4/13/2010
Best Poem of Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Only A Woman

"She loves with love that cannot tire:
And if, ah, woe! she loves alone,
Through passionate duty love flames higher,
As grass grows taller round a stone."
Coventry Patmore.
SO, the truth's out. I 'll grasp it like a snake, --
It will not slay me. My heart shall not break
Awhile, if only for the children's sake.
For his too, somewhat. Let him stand unblamed;
None say, he gave me less than honor claimed,
Except -- one trifle scarcely worth being named --
The heart. That 's gone. The corrupt dead might be
As easily raised...

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A Lancashire Doxology

"PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow."
Praise Him who sendeth joy and woe.
The Lord who takes, -- the Lord who gives, --
O praise Him, all that dies, and lives.
He opens and He shuts his hand,
But why, we cannot understand:
Pours and dries up his mercies' flood,
And yet is still All-perfect Good.
We fathom not the mighty plan,

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