Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

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

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems

1. October 4/13/2010
2. Violets 4/13/2010
3. The Mother’s Visit 4/13/2010
4. Passion Past 4/13/2010
5. Her Likeness 4/13/2010
6. Year After Year: A Love Song. 4/13/2010
7. The Human Temple 1/1/2004
8. Until Her Death 4/13/2010
9. Too Late 4/13/2010
10. Too Late 4/13/2010
11. Westward Ho! 4/13/2010
12. The Wren’s Nest 4/13/2010
13. Looking Death In The Face 4/13/2010
14. The Wind At Night 4/13/2010
15. Her Likeness 4/13/2010
16. To A Beautiful Woman 4/13/2010
17. When Green Leaves Come Again 4/13/2010
18. Eudoxia. Third Picture 4/13/2010
19. Constancy In Inconstancy 4/13/2010
20. After Sunset 4/13/2010
21. An Honest Valentine 4/13/2010
22. Buried To-Day 4/13/2010
23. By The Alma River 4/13/2010
24. The Unknown Country 4/13/2010
25. The Voice Calling 4/13/2010
26. The Golden Island: Arran From Ayr 4/13/2010
27. The Planting 4/13/2010
28. The First Waits 4/13/2010
29. Over The Hillside 4/13/2010
30. Sitting On The Shore 4/13/2010
31. One Summer Morning 4/13/2010
32. A Word In Season 4/13/2010
33. An Aurora Borealis 4/13/2010
34. Cathair Fhargus 4/13/2010
35. Benedetta Minelli 4/13/2010
36. Between Two Worlds 4/13/2010
37. Four Years 4/13/2010
38. In Our Boat 4/13/2010
39. Sunday Morning Bells 4/13/2010
40. Winter Moonlight 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?

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Best Poem of Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

A Psalm For New Year’s Eve

A FRIEND stands at the door;
In either tight-closed hand
Hiding rich gifts, three hundred and three score:
Waiting to strew them daily o'er the land
Even as seed the sower.
Each drops he, treads it in and passes by:
It cannot be made fruitful till it die.

O good New Year, we clasp
This warm shut hand of thine,
Loosing forever, with half sigh, half gasp,
That which from ours falls like dead fingers' twine:
Ay, whether fierce its grasp
Has been, or gentle, having been, we know
That it was blessed: let the Old Year go.

O New Year, ...

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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;--