Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Biography of Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Born Dinah Maria Mulock at Longfield Cottage, Hartshill, Stoke-upon-Trent in 1826. Her father was a Nonconformist clergyman. She wrote poetry from an early age and helped her mother teach in a small school.
In 1831 the family went to live at Newcastle under Lyme, Staffordshire where she attended Brampton House Academy. On inheriting some property in 1839, they all moved to London. Dinah continued to study a range of modern and classical languages. Her other interests included drawing and music.
Her first work to be published was a poem on the birth of the Princess Royal which appeared in the Staffordshire Advertiser in 1841. She wrote some stories for children and in 1849 The Ogilvies appeared. This novel was dedicated to her mother who had died four years earlier. Her career began to take off and she began to move in London literary circles. The head of the family (1852) was dedicated to Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Her best known work is John Halifax, Gentleman (1857) which features Longfield, named after the cottage in which she was born, and its publication led to a new prosperity. It was printed in many editions in English and in several foreign translations. Her own favourite novel was A life for a life (1859). In 1865 she married George Lillie Craik who was a partner in the company of Macmillan, publishers. Mrs. Craik lived with her husband at Shortlands, Bromley, Kent for the rest of her life.
Dinah was respected for her very generous and compassionate nature and this strength of character can be seen in the rather moralistic tone of much of her poetry, fiction and essays. She felt that true nobility was not dependent upon material wealth and this theme is well developed in John Halifax, gentleman.
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Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems
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."
THERE was a marriage-table where One sate, Haply, unnoticed, till they craved His aid: Thenceforward does it seem that He has made
A German Student’s Funeral Hymn
WITH steady march across the daisy meadow, And by the churchyard wall we go; But leave behind, beneath the linden shadow,
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:
Green Things Growing
O the green things growing, the green things growing, The faint sweet smell of the green things growing!
DOST thou thus love me, O thou beautiful? So beautiful, that by thy side I seem Like a great ducky cloud beside a star:
A Dream Of Death
WHERE shall we sail to-day?'--Thus said, methought, A voice that only could be heard in dreams: And on we glided without mast or oar,
A Ghost At The Dancing
A WIND-SWEPT tulip-bed--a colored cloud Of butterflies careering in the air-- A many-figured arras stirred to life,
A Child’s Smile
A CHILD'S smile--nothing more; Quiet, and soft, and grave, and seldom seen;
A Living Picture
No, I'll not say your name. I have said it now, As you mine, first in childish treble, then Up through a score and more familiar years
A Rejected Lover
You 'never loved me,' Ada. These slow words Dropped softly from your gentle woman-tongue Out of your true and kindly woman-heart,
A Lancashire Doxology
"PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow." Praise Him who sendeth joy and woe. The Lord who takes, -- the Lord who gives, -- O praise Him, all that dies, and lives.
LOUD wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea,
A Christmas Carol
GOD rest ye, merry gentlemen; let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was born on Christmas-day
A Lancashire Doxology
"PRAISE God from whom all blessings flow."
Praise Him who sendeth joy and woe.
The Lord who takes, -- the Lord who gives, --
O praise Him, all that dies, and lives.
He opens and He shuts his hand,
But why, we cannot understand:
Pours and dries up his mercies' flood,
And yet is still All-perfect Good.
We fathom not the mighty plan,