Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

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

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems

1. Only A Woman 1/1/2004
2. A Marriage-Table 4/13/2010
3. A German Student’s Funeral Hymn 4/13/2010
4. A Psalm For New Year’s Eve 4/13/2010
5. Green Things Growing 4/13/2010
6. A Sketch 4/13/2010
7. A Dream Of Death 4/13/2010
8. A Ghost At The Dancing 4/13/2010
9. A Child’s Smile 4/13/2010
10. A Living Picture 4/13/2010
11. A Rejected Lover 4/13/2010
12. A Lancashire Doxology 1/1/2004
13. North Wind 4/13/2010
14. A Christmas Carol 4/13/2010
15. A Spirit Present 4/13/2010
16. A Fable 4/13/2010
17. A Dead Baby 4/13/2010
18. A Valentine 4/13/2010
19. A Flower Of A Day 4/13/2010
20. A Hymn For Christmas Morning 4/13/2010
21. A Silly Song 4/13/2010
22. In Memoriam 4/13/2010
23. A Dead Sea-Gull 4/13/2010
24. A Winter Walk 4/13/2010
25. A Stream’s Singing 4/13/2010
26. A Dream Of Resurrection 4/13/2010
27. A True Hero 4/13/2010
28. A Question 4/13/2010
29. A Man’s Wooing 4/13/2010
30. On The Cliff-Top 4/13/2010
31. Thoughts In A Wheat-Field 4/13/2010
32. Our Father’s Business: 4/13/2010
33. Only A Dream 4/13/2010
34. At Even-Tide 4/13/2010
35. Immutable 4/13/2010
36. For Music 4/13/2010
37. Rothesay Bay 4/13/2010
38. My Friend 4/13/2010
39. My Christian Name 4/13/2010
40. The Unfinished Book 4/13/2010
Best Poem of Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

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;
None say, he gave me less than honor claimed,
Except -- one trifle scarcely worth being named --
The heart. That 's gone. The corrupt dead might be
As easily raised...

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Resigning

"Poor heart, what bitter words we speak
When God speaks of resigning!"

Children, that lay their pretty garlands by
So piteously, yet with a humble mind;
Sailors, who, when their ship rocks in the wind,
Cast out her freight with half-averted eye,
Riches for life exchanging solemnly,
Lest they should never gain the wished-for shore;--

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