George MacDonald's Poetry, by written

• A Prayer for the Past: All sights and sounds of day and yea

  All sights and sounds of day and year,
  All groups and forms, each leaf and gem,

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• A Prayer for the Past: Now far from my old northern land,

  Now far from my old northern land,
  I live where gentle winters pass;

  33 lines
• A Song In The Night: A brown bird sang on a blossomy tre

  A brown bird sang on a blossomy tree,
  Sang in the moonshine, merrily,

  23 lines
• A Song In The Night: I would I were an angel strong,

  I would I were an angel strong,
  An angel of the sun, hasting along!

  16 lines
• The Mistletoe

  Kiss me: there now, little Neddy,
  Do you see her staring steady?

  91 lines
• Baby

  Where did you come from, baby dear?
  Out of the everywhere into here.

  34 lines, 2 comments
• Up And-Down

  The sun is gone down
  And the moon's in the sky

  18 lines, 5 comments
• Up In The Tree

  What would you see, if I took you up
  My little aerie-stair?

  18 lines
• A Baby-Sermon

  The lightning and thunder
  They go and they come:

  3 lines, 2 comments
• Little Bo-Peep

  Little Bo-Peep, she has lost her sheep,
  And will not know where to find them;

  78 lines, 2 comments
• Little Boy Blue

  Little Boy Blue lost his way in a wood—
  Sing apples and cherries, roses and honey:

  245 lines
• Willie's Question

  Willie speaks.
  Is it wrong, the wish to be great,

  374 lines, 2 comments
• King Cole

  King Cole he reigned in Aureoland,
  But the sceptre was seldom in his hand

  100 lines
• Said and Did

  Said the boy as he read, "I too will be bold,
  I will fight for the truth and its glory!"

  18 lines
• Dr. Doddridges Dog

  "What! you Dr. Doddridge's dog, and not know who made you?"
  My little dog, who blessed you

  35 lines
• A Make-Believe

  I will think as thinks the rabbit:—
  Oh, delight

  174 lines
• The Diary Of An Old Soul - Dedication

  Sweet friends, receive my offering. You will find
  Against each worded page a white page set:—

  8 lines
• A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - January

  LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,
  Had I been from the first true to the truth,

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• A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - February

  I TO myself have neither power nor worth,
  Patience nor love, nor anything right good;

  287 lines
• A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - March

  THE song birds that come to me night and morn,
  Fly oft away and vanish if I sleep,

  307 lines
• A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - April

  LORD, I do choose the higher than my will.
  I would be handled by thy nursing arms

  297 lines
• A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - May

  WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thing
  Which I would utter in thine ear, my sire!

  307 lines
• A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - June

  FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goes
  Into our hearts—that is the Father's plan.

  297 lines
• A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - July

  ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!
  Moaning, poor Fancy's doves are swept away.

  307 lines
• A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - August

  SO shall abundant entrance me be given
  Into the truth, my life's inheritance.

  309 lines
• A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - September

  WE are a shadow and a shining, we!
  One moment nothing seems but what we see,

  297 lines
• A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - October

  REMEMBER, Lord, thou hast not made me good.
  Or if thou didst, it was so long ago

  307 lines
• A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - November

  THOU art of this world, Christ. Thou know'st it all;
  Thou know'st our evens, our morns, our red and gray;

  299 lines
• A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - December

  I AM a little weary of my life—
  Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the blood

  307 lines
• On A Movement Of Beethoven’s

  Ave! Once more touch the strings
  That Memory may feed upon the strain,

  47 lines

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