Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

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

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems

81. My Friend 4/13/2010
82. My Love Annie 4/13/2010
83. North Wind 4/13/2010
84. Now And Afterwards 4/13/2010
85. October 4/13/2010
86. On The Cliff-Top 4/13/2010
87. One Summer Morning 4/13/2010
88. Only A Dream 4/13/2010
89. Only A Woman 1/1/2004
90. Our Father’s Business: 4/13/2010
91. Outward Bound 4/13/2010
92. Over The Hillside 4/13/2010
93. Over The Hills And Far Away 4/13/2010
94. Parables 4/13/2010
95. Passion Past 4/13/2010
96. Philip, My King 4/13/2010
97. Plighted 4/13/2010
98. Resigning 1/1/2004
99. Rothesay Bay 4/13/2010
100. Saint Elizabeth Of Bohemia 4/13/2010
101. Semper Fidelis 4/13/2010
102. Sitting On The Shore 4/13/2010
103. Summer Gone 4/13/2010
104. Sunday Morning Bells 4/13/2010
105. The Aurora On The Clyde 4/13/2010
106. The Canary In His Cage 4/13/2010
107. The Cathedral Tombs 4/13/2010
108. The Dead Czar 4/13/2010
109. The First Waits 4/13/2010
110. The Garden-Chair 4/13/2010
111. The Golden Island: Arran From Ayr 4/13/2010
112. The Good Of It 4/13/2010
113. The House Of Clay 1/1/2004
114. The Human Temple 1/1/2004
115. The Lost Piece Of Silver 4/13/2010
116. The Mill 4/13/2010
117. The Mother’s Visit 4/13/2010
118. The Night Before The Mowing 4/13/2010
119. The Path Through The Corn 4/13/2010
120. The Path Through The Snow 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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The Human Temple

The Temple in Darkness

Darkness broods upon the temple,
Glooms along the lonely aisles,
Fills up all the orient window,
Whence, like little children’s wiles,
Shadows—purple, azure, golden—
Broke upon the floor in smiles.

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