George MacDonald

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

George MacDonald Poems

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

Who know thee, love: thy life be such
That, ere the year be o'er,
Each one who loves thee now so much,
Even God, may love thee more!

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