Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

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

poet Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems

41. Twilight In The North 4/13/2010
42. Will Sail Tomorrow 4/13/2010
43. Grace Of Clydeside 4/13/2010
44. Coeur De Lion 4/13/2010
45. An Evening Guest 4/13/2010
46. Angel Faces 4/13/2010
47. The Dead Czar 4/13/2010
48. Lettice 4/13/2010
49. Cousin Robert 4/13/2010
50. Beatrice To Dante 4/13/2010
51. Fallen In The Night! 4/13/2010
52. Labor Is Prayer 4/13/2010
53. Over The Hills And Far Away 4/13/2010
54. Mine 4/13/2010
55. To My Godchild Alice 4/13/2010
56. The Mill 4/13/2010
57. Lost In The Mist 4/13/2010
58. Mortality 1/1/2004
59. Philip, My King 4/13/2010
60. Faithful In Vanity-Fair 4/13/2010
61. Eudoxia. Second Picture 4/13/2010
62. At The Seaside 4/13/2010
63. Living: After A Death 4/13/2010
64. The Path Through The Snow 4/13/2010
65. The Canary In His Cage 4/13/2010
66. Now And Afterwards 4/13/2010
67. Day By Day 4/13/2010
68. Saint Elizabeth Of Bohemia 4/13/2010
69. My Love Annie 4/13/2010
70. Mary’s Wedding 4/13/2010
71. Looking East 4/13/2010
72. Leonora 4/13/2010
73. Outward Bound 4/13/2010
74. David’s Child 4/13/2010
75. Fishermen—not Of Galilee 4/13/2010
76. An Old Idea 4/13/2010
77. The House Of Clay 1/1/2004
78. In The Junetwilight 4/13/2010
79. Summer Gone 4/13/2010
80. The Good Of It 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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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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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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