George MacDonald

(10 December 1824 – 18 September 1905 / Huntly, Aberdeenshire, Scotland)

George MacDonald Poems

41. De Profundis 4/8/2010
42. Death 4/8/2010
43. December 23, 1879 4/8/2010
44. Doubt Heralding Vision 4/8/2010
45. Dr. Doddridges Dog 4/8/2010
46. Equity 4/8/2010
47. Fate 4/8/2010
48. Fighting 4/8/2010
49. Foolish Children 4/9/2010
50. From North Wales: To The Mother 4/9/2010
51. From Novalis 4/9/2010
52. Gaein And Comin 4/9/2010
53. Galileo 4/9/2010
54. Granny Canty 4/9/2010
55. Greitna, Father 4/9/2010
56. Halloween 4/9/2010
57. Hame 4/9/2010
58. Hard Times 4/9/2010
59. He Needed Not 4/9/2010
60. Hom. Il. V. 403 4/9/2010
61. George Rolleston 4/9/2010
62. God In Growth 4/9/2010
63. Godly Ballants 4/9/2010
64. How Shall He Sing Who Hath No Song? 4/9/2010
65. Hymn For A Sick Girl 4/9/2010
66. I Ken Something 4/9/2010
67. I See Thee Not 4/9/2010
68. In A Churchyard 4/9/2010
69. In February 4/9/2010
70. In The Night 4/9/2010
71. King Cole 4/9/2010
72. Life Or Death? 4/9/2010
73. Life-Weary 4/9/2010
74. Lost But Safe 4/9/2010
75. Love's Ordeal 4/9/2010
76. Lycabas 4/9/2010
77. Marriage Songs 4/9/2010
78. Mary 4/9/2010
79. Much And More 4/9/2010
80. My Heart 4/9/2010

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A Memorial Of Africa

I.

Upon a rock I sat-a mountain-side,
Far, far forsaken of the old sea's lip;
A rock where ancient waters' rise and dip,
Recoil and plunge, eddy, and oscillant tide,
Had worn and worn, while races lived and died,
Involved channels. Where the sea-weed's drip
Followed the ebb, now crumbling lichens sip
Sparse dews of heaven that down with sunset slide.
I sat long-gazing southward. A dry flow
Of withering wind sucked up my drooping strength,
Itself weak from the desert's burning length.
Behind me piled, away and up did go
Great sweeps of savage ...

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That Holy Thing

THEY all were looking for a king
   To slay their foes and lift them high:
Thou cam'st, a little baby thing
   That made a woman cry.

O Son of Man, to right my lot
   Naught but Thy presence can avail;
Yet on the road Thy wheels are not,
   Nor on the sea Thy sail!

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