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- GenresPoetry
238 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1855
About the author
George MacDonald
2,023 books2,649 followersGeorge MacDonald was a Scottish author, poet and Christian Congregational minister. He became a pioneering figure in the field of modern fantasy literature and the mentor of fellow-writer Lewis Carroll. In addition to his fairy tales, MacDonald wrote several works of Christian theology, including several collections of sermons.
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March 14, 2024
I did not expect to be moved in the ways I was through reading this. It reminds me so much of the beginning of the Silmarillion where Ilúvatar sings the creation song:
“And it seemed at last that there were two musics progressing at one time before the seat of Ilúvatar, and they were utterly at variance. The one was deep and wide and beautiful, but slow and blended with an immeasurable sorrow, from which its beauty chiefly came.”
These poems are deep and wide and beautiful, but slow and blended with immeasurable sorrow, from which its beauty chiefly came.
Apparently I am coming into a George MacDonald era; I already wish it had come sooner, though I’m not sure I could have appreciated it sooner.
“And it seemed at last that there were two musics progressing at one time before the seat of Ilúvatar, and they were utterly at variance. The one was deep and wide and beautiful, but slow and blended with an immeasurable sorrow, from which its beauty chiefly came.”
These poems are deep and wide and beautiful, but slow and blended with immeasurable sorrow, from which its beauty chiefly came.
Apparently I am coming into a George MacDonald era; I already wish it had come sooner, though I’m not sure I could have appreciated it sooner.
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