Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

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

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems

41. By The Alma River 4/13/2010
42. Cathair Fhargus 4/13/2010
43. Coeur De Lion 4/13/2010
44. Constancy In Inconstancy 4/13/2010
45. Cousin Robert 4/13/2010
46. Dante To Beatrice 4/13/2010
47. David’s Child 4/13/2010
48. Day By Day 4/13/2010
49. Edenland 4/13/2010
50. Eudoxia. First Picture 4/13/2010
51. Eudoxia. Second Picture 4/13/2010
52. Eudoxia. Third Picture 4/13/2010
53. Faithful In Vanity-Fair 4/13/2010
54. Fallen In The Night! 4/13/2010
55. Fishermen—not Of Galilee 4/13/2010
56. For Music 4/13/2010
57. Four Years 4/13/2010
58. Grace Of Clydeside 4/13/2010
59. Green Things Growing 4/13/2010
60. Guns Of Peace 4/13/2010
61. Her Likeness 4/13/2010
62. Her Likeness 4/13/2010
63. Immutable 4/13/2010
64. In Memoriam 4/13/2010
65. In Our Boat 4/13/2010
66. In The Junetwilight 4/13/2010
67. Labor Is Prayer 4/13/2010
68. Leonora 4/13/2010
69. Lettice 4/13/2010
70. Life Returning 4/13/2010
71. Living: After A Death 4/13/2010
72. Looking Death In The Face 4/13/2010
73. Looking East 4/13/2010
74. Lost In The Mist 4/13/2010
75. Mary’s Wedding 4/13/2010
76. Michael The Archangel 4/13/2010
77. Mine 4/13/2010
78. Moon-Struck 4/13/2010
79. Mortality 1/1/2004
80. My Christian Name 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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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;

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