“From Eden’s bowers the full-fed rivers flow, To guide the outcasts to the land of woe: Our Earth one little toiling streamlet… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“And Summer, dear Summer, hath years of June, With large white clouds, and cool showers at noon; And a beauty that grows… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Many a wrong, and it's curing song, many a road, and many an inn, Room to roam, but only one home, for… — george macdonald Copy Share Image
“I might here find the magic word of power to banish the demon and set me free, so that I should no… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Then I remembered that night is the fairies’ day, and the moon their sun; and I thought—Everything sleeps and dreams now: when… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Or, if needing years to wake thee From thy slumbrous solitudes, Come, sleep-walking, and betake thee To the friendly, sleeping woods. Sweeter… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“And we had met at last in this same cave of greenery, while the summer night hung round us heavy with love,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“The love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self, where we mope and mow, striking sparks,… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Foolish is the man, and there are many such men, who would rid himself or his fellows of discomfort by setting the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Hundreds of hopeless waves rushed constantly shorewards, falling exhausted upon a beach of great loose stones, that seemed to stretch miles and… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I forced my way to the brink, stepped into the boat, pushed it, with the help of the tree-branches, out into the… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“My soul was like a summer evening, after a heavy fall of rain, when the drops are yet glistening on the trees… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Twilight-kind, oppressing the heart as with a condensed atmosphere of dreamy undefined love and longing.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Ah, let a man beware, when his wishes, fulfilled, rain down upon him, and his happiness is unbounded.” — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“It was evening. The sun was below the horizon; but his rosy beams yet illuminated a feathery cloud, that floated high above… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“I knew now, that it is by loving, and not by being loved, that one can come nearest the soul of another;… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“Ere long, I learned that it was not myself, but only my shadow, that I had lost. I learned that it is… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
“A ghost grew out of the shadowy air, And sat in the midst of her moony hair. In her gleamy hair she… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
