George MacDonald

(10 December 1824 – 18 September 1905 / Huntly, Aberdeenshire, Scotland)

George MacDonald Poems

1. Songs Of The Summer Days 4/9/2010
2. Songs Of The Winter Days 4/9/2010
3. Songs Of The Winter Nights 4/9/2010
4. Song-Sermon 4/9/2010
5. Sonnet: A. M. D. 4/9/2010
6. Spoken Of Several Philosophers 4/9/2010
7. Spring Song 4/9/2010
8. Steadfast 4/9/2010
9. Subsidy 4/9/2010
10. Sudden Calm 4/9/2010
11. Summer 4/9/2010
12. Summer Song 4/9/2010
13. Sunday 4/9/2010
14. Sympathy 4/9/2010
15. The Asthmatic To The Satan That Binds Him 4/9/2010
16. The Auld Fisher 4/9/2010
17. The Auld Man's Prayer 4/9/2010
18. The Chrysalis 4/9/2010
19. The Clock Of The Universe 4/9/2010
20. The Conselor 4/9/2010
21. The Dawn 4/9/2010
22. The Dead Hand 4/9/2010
23. The Deil's Forhooit His Ain 4/9/2010
24. The Diary Of An Old Soul - Dedication 4/9/2010
25. The Beloved Disciple 4/9/2010
26. The Bonny, Bonny Dell 4/9/2010
27. The Burnt Offering 4/9/2010
28. The Diver 4/9/2010
29. The Donkey In The Cart To The Horse In The Carriage 4/9/2010
30. The Dwellers Within 4/9/2010
31. The Failing Track 4/9/2010
32. The Father's Worshippers 4/9/2010
33. The Flower-Angels 4/9/2010
34. The Child-Mother 4/9/2010
35. The Home Of Death 4/9/2010
36. The Homeless Ghost 4/9/2010
37. The Human 4/9/2010
38. The Journey 4/9/2010
39. The Lark And The Wind 4/9/2010
40. The Last Wooin 4/9/2010

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Best Poem of George MacDonald

Little Bo-Peep

Little Bo-Peep, she has lost her sheep,
And will not know where to find them;
They are over the height and out of sight,
Trailing their tails behind them!

Little Bo-Peep woke out of her sleep,
Jump'd up and set out to find them:
'The silly things! they've got no wings,
And they've left their trails behind them!

'They've taken their tails, but they've left their trails,
And so I shall follow and find them!'
For wherever a tail had dragged a trail
The grass lay bent behind them.

She washed in the brook, and caught up her crook.
And after her ...

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A Baby-Sermon

The lightning and thunder
They go and they come:
But the stars and the stillness
Are always at home.

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