George MacDonald was a Scottish author, poet, and Christian minister.
Known particularly for his poignant fairy tales and fantasy novels, George MacDonald inspired many authors, such as W.H. Audent, J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, E. Nesbit and Madeleine L'Engle. It was C.S. Lewis who wrote that he regarded MacDonald as his "master": "Picking up a copy of Phantastes one day at a train-station bookstall, I began to read. A few hours later," said Lewis, "I knew that I had crossed a great frontier." G.K. Chesterton cited The Princess and the Goblin as a book that had "made a difference to my whole existence."
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George MacDonald Poems
Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere into here.
A Broken Prayer
O Lord, my God, how long Shall my poor heart pant for a boundless joy? How long, O mighty Spirit, shall I hear
Love Is Strength
Love alone is great in might, Makes the heavy burden light, Smooths rough ways to weary feet, Makes the bitter morsel sweet:
Trust him in the common light; Trust him in the awesome night; Trust him when the earth doth quake:
A Dream Song
I dreamed of a song-I heard it sung; In the ear of my soul its strange notes rung. What were its words I could not tell,
A Birth-Day Wish
Who know thee, love: thy life be such That, ere the year be o'er, Each one who loves thee now so much, Even God, may love thee more!
The lightning and thunder They go and they come: But the stars and the stillness Are always at home.
For Where Your Treasure Is, There Will Y...
The miser lay on his lonely bed; Life's candle was burning dim. His heart in an iron chest was hid Under heaps of gold and an iron lid;
A Memorial Of Africa
I. Upon a rock I sat-a mountain-side, Far, far forsaken of the old sea's lip;
A Better Thing
I took it for a bird of prey that soared High over ocean, battled mount, and plain; 'Twas but a bird-moth, which with limp horns gored
A Christmas Carol
Babe Jesus lay in Mary's lap, The sun shone in his hair; And this was how she saw, mayhap, The crown already there.
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diar...
1. LORD, I do choose the higher than my will. I would be handled by thy nursing arms After thy will, not my infant alarms.
'Earth, if aught should check thy race, Rushing through unfended space, Headlong, stayless, thou wilt fall Into yonder glowing ball!'
Lord, hear my discontent: all blank I stand, A mirror polished by thy hand; Thy sun's beams flash and flame from me-
Comments about George MacDonald
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
Where did you get those eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry twinkles left in.
Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than any one knows.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at ...