George MacDonald

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

George MacDonald Poems

161. The Home Of Death 4/9/2010
162. The Homeless Ghost 4/9/2010
163. The Human 4/9/2010
164. The Journey 4/9/2010
165. The Lark And The Wind 4/9/2010
166. The Last Wooin 4/9/2010
167. The Laverock 4/9/2010
168. The Lily Of The Valley 4/9/2010
169. The Lost House 4/9/2010
170. The Lost Soul 4/9/2010
171. The Man Of Songs 4/9/2010
172. The Mother Mary 4/9/2010
173. The Mother Of Zebedee's Children 4/9/2010
174. The New Year 4/9/2010
175. The Old Castle 4/9/2010
176. The Old Garden 4/9/2010
177. The Pinafore 4/9/2010
178. The Prism 4/9/2010
179. The Prophet 4/9/2010
180. The Sang O' The Auld Fowk 4/9/2010
181. The Sangreal 4/9/2010
182. The Shadows 4/9/2010
183. The Sheep And The Goat 4/9/2010
184. The Sleepless Jesus 4/9/2010
185. The Souls' Rising 4/9/2010
186. The Goal 4/9/2010
187. The Healer 4/9/2010
188. The Herd And The Mavis 4/9/2010
189. The Mistletoe 4/9/2010
190. The Thorn In The Flesh 4/9/2010
191. The Three Horses 4/9/2010
192. The Tree's Prayer 4/9/2010
193. The True 4/9/2010
194. The Twa Gordons 4/9/2010
195. The Unseen Face 4/9/2010
196. The Unseen Model 4/9/2010
197. The Waesome Carl 4/9/2010
198. The Wakeful Sleeper 4/9/2010
199. The Watcher 4/9/2010
200. The Widow Of Nain 4/9/2010

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A Memorial Of Africa

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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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A Baby-Sermon

The lightning and thunder
They go and they come:
But the stars and the stillness
Are always at home.

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