Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

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

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems

1. The Human Temple 1/1/2004
2. A Lancashire Doxology 1/1/2004
3. Mortality 1/1/2004
4. Philip, My King 4/13/2010
5. Until Her Death 4/13/2010
6. A Christmas Carol 4/13/2010
7. A Dead Baby 4/13/2010
8. A Dead Sea-Gull 4/13/2010
9. A Dream Of Resurrection 4/13/2010
10. A Fable 4/13/2010
11. A Hymn For Christmas Morning 4/13/2010
12. A Living Picture 4/13/2010
13. A Man’s Wooing 4/13/2010
14. Resigning 1/1/2004
15. A Question 4/13/2010
16. A Rejected Lover 4/13/2010
17. A Silly Song 4/13/2010
18. A Spirit Present 4/13/2010
19. A Stream’s Singing 4/13/2010
20. A True Hero 4/13/2010
21. A Valentine 4/13/2010
22. A Winter Walk 4/13/2010
23. After Sunset 4/13/2010
24. An Aurora Borealis 4/13/2010
25. An Evening Guest 4/13/2010
26. An Honest Valentine 4/13/2010
27. An Old Idea 4/13/2010
28. Angel Faces 4/13/2010
29. At Even-Tide 4/13/2010
30. At Last 4/13/2010
31. At The Linn-Side 4/13/2010
32. At The Seaside 4/13/2010
33. Beatrice To Dante 4/13/2010
34. Benedetta Minelli 4/13/2010
35. Between Two Worlds 4/13/2010
36. Buried To-Day 4/13/2010
37. By The Alma River 4/13/2010
38. Cathair Fhargus 4/13/2010
39. Coeur De Lion 4/13/2010
40. Constancy In Inconstancy 4/13/2010

Comments about Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

  • Oiver Henry (3/8/2018 1:23:00 AM)

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  • G.F. Watkins (12/5/2017 7:51:00 PM)

    I'm particularly interested in Mulock-Craik's Magnus and Morna, which I set to music in my youth. As she herself wrote music for a number of her poems, did she also set that work?

Best Poem of Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Green Things Growing

O the green things growing, the green things growing,
The faint sweet smell of the green things growing!
I should like to live, whether I smile or grieve,
Just to watch the happy life of my green things growing.

O the fluttering and the pattering of those green things growing!
How they talk each to each, when none of us are knowing;
In the wonderful white of the weird moonlight
Or the dim dreamy dawn when the cocks are crowing.

I love, I love them so - my green things growing!
And I think that they love me, without false showing;
For by many a tender ...

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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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