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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Resigning

"Poor heart, what bitter words we speak
When God speaks of resigning!"

Children, that lay their pretty garlands by
So piteously, yet with a humble mind;
Sailors, who, when their ship rocks in the wind,
Cast out her freight with half-averted eye,
Riches for life exchanging solemnly,
Lest they should never gain the wished-for shore;--

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