Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

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

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems

81. Guns Of Peace 4/13/2010
82. Eudoxia. First Picture 4/13/2010
83. At The Linn-Side 4/13/2010
84. The Path Through The Corn 4/13/2010
85. Semper Fidelis 4/13/2010
86. Plighted 4/13/2010
87. Michael The Archangel 4/13/2010
88. Life Returning 4/13/2010
89. Parables 4/13/2010
90. At Last 4/13/2010
91. Edenland 4/13/2010
92. Dante To Beatrice 4/13/2010
93. Moon-Struck 4/13/2010
94. The Lost Piece Of Silver 4/13/2010
95. The Night Before The Mowing 4/13/2010
96. The Aurora On The Clyde 4/13/2010
97. The Cathedral Tombs 4/13/2010
98. The Garden-Chair 4/13/2010
99. The Unfinished Book 4/13/2010
100. My Christian Name 4/13/2010
101. Resigning 1/1/2004
102. My Friend 4/13/2010
103. Rothesay Bay 4/13/2010
104. For Music 4/13/2010
105. Immutable 4/13/2010
106. At Even-Tide 4/13/2010
107. Only A Dream 4/13/2010
108. Our Father’s Business: 4/13/2010
109. Thoughts In A Wheat-Field 4/13/2010
110. On The Cliff-Top 4/13/2010
111. A Man’s Wooing 4/13/2010
112. A True Hero 4/13/2010
113. A Question 4/13/2010
114. A Dream Of Resurrection 4/13/2010
115. A Stream’s Singing 4/13/2010
116. A Winter Walk 4/13/2010
117. A Dead Sea-Gull 4/13/2010
118. In Memoriam 4/13/2010
119. A Silly Song 4/13/2010
120. A Flower Of A Day 4/13/2010
Best Poem of Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

A Marriage-Table

THERE was a marriage-table where One sate,
Haply, unnoticed, till they craved His aid:
Thenceforward does it seem that He has made
All virtuous marriage-tables consecrate:
And so, at this, where without pomp or state
We sit, and only say, or mute, are fain
To wish the simple words 'God bless these twain!'
I think that He who 'in the midst' doth wait
Oft-times, would not abjure our prayerful cheer,
But, as at Cana, list with gracious ear
To us, beseeching, that the Love divine
May ever at their household table sit,
Make all His servants who ...

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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;

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