Who is George Macdonald

George MacDonald (10 December 1824 – 18 September 1905) was a Scottish author, poet and Christian minister. He was 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.

His writings have been cited as a major literary influence by many notable authors including Lewis Carroll, W. H. Auden, David Lindsay, J. M. Barrie, Lord Dunsany, Elizabeth Yates, Oswald Chambers, Mark Twain, Hope Mirrlees, Robert E. Howard, L. Frank Baum, T. H. White, Richard Adams, Lloyd Alexander, Hilaire Belloc, G. K. Chesterton, Robert Hugh Benson, Dorothy Day, Thomas Merton, Fulton Sheen, Flannery O'Connor, Louis Pasteur, Sim...
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Heart 188 Earth 175 Soul 171 Love 165 I Love You 165 High 159 God 157 Long 155 Life 148 Good 147

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Sysrqgit: “to be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved.” ~ george macdonald
Trainingmindful: “to be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved.” ~ george macdonald
Thepinksmoke: new episode: in the wake of our comprehensive swishbuckler episode, we trailed the "raunchy swashbuckler" back to its literary roots: george macdonald fraser's flashman papers! we randomly chose flashman's lady and spent time with this unscrupulous cad.
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Josbelperez76: ‘and we have no right to say we know god save in the face of christ jesus. whatever is not like christ is not like god.’ george macdonald
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Rhomboidal Dirge
 by George Wither

Ah me!
Am I the swain
That late from sorrow free
Did all the cares on earth disdain?
And still untouched, as at some safer games,
Played with the burning coals of love, and beauty's flames?
Was't I could dive, and sound each passion's secret depth at will?
And from those huge o'erwhelmings rise, by help of reason still?

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