George MacDonald

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

George MacDonald Poems

361. An Autumn Song 4/8/2010
362. From Home 4/9/2010
363. Noontide Hymn 4/9/2010
364. A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - January 4/8/2010
365. Love's History 4/9/2010
366. Punishment 4/9/2010
367. A Year Song 4/8/2010
368. Song 4/9/2010
369. An Evening Prayer 4/8/2010
370. A Mood 4/8/2010
371. A Winter Prayer 4/8/2010
372. Bell Upon Organ 4/8/2010
373. Christmas, 1880 4/8/2010
374. Consider The Ravens 4/8/2010
375. Come Down 4/8/2010
376. Far And Near 4/8/2010
377. Evil Influence 4/8/2010
378. A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - July 4/8/2010
379. Life Or Death? 4/9/2010
380. Awake! 4/8/2010
381. Failure 4/8/2010
382. Father 4/8/2010
383. A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - June 4/8/2010
384. A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - October 4/8/2010
385. A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - February 4/8/2010
386. A Prisoner 4/8/2010
387. Song Of The Saints And Angels 4/9/2010
388. Room To Roam 4/9/2010
389. Come To Me 4/8/2010
390. Death And Birth 4/8/2010
391. First Sight Of The Sea 4/9/2010
392. Hope Deferred 4/9/2010
393. Prayer 4/9/2010
394. Bird-Songs 4/8/2010
395. Christmas Song Of The Old Children 4/8/2010
396. Dorcas 4/8/2010
397. A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - May 4/8/2010
398. Bedtime 4/8/2010
399. Angels 4/8/2010
400. Autumn's Gold 4/8/2010

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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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