George MacDonald

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

George MacDonald Poems

401. Autumn's Gold 4/8/2010
402. A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - December 4/8/2010
403. A Book Of Dreams: Part I 4/8/2010
404. False Prophets 4/8/2010
405. Contrition 4/8/2010
406. December 27, 1879 4/8/2010
407. Zacchaeus 4/9/2010
408. Dejection 4/8/2010
409. A Dead House 4/8/2010
410. A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - March 4/8/2010
411. Little Boy Blue 4/9/2010
412. Eine Kleine Predigt 4/8/2010
413. Christmas, 1880 4/8/2010
414. A Christmas Carol For 1862 4/8/2010
415. Blessed Are The Meek, For They Shall Inherit The Earth 4/8/2010
416. A Dream Of Waking 4/8/2010
417. Evening Hymn 4/8/2010
418. A Cry 4/8/2010
419. Faith 4/8/2010
420. A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - April 4/8/2010
421. A Better Thing 4/8/2010
422. A Memorial Of Africa 4/8/2010
423. For Where Your Treasure Is, There Will Your Heart Be Also 4/9/2010
424. Love Is Strength 4/9/2010
425. A Baby-Sermon 4/8/2010
426. A Birth-Day Wish 4/8/2010
427. A Hidden Life 4/8/2010
428. A Dream Song 4/8/2010
429. A Broken Prayer 4/8/2010
430. Obedience 4/9/2010
431. A Christmas Carol 4/8/2010
432. Baby 4/8/2010
433. Little Bo-Peep 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 Book Of Dreams: Part I

1.

I lay and dreamed. The master came
In his old woven dress;
I stood in joy, and yet in shame,
Oppressed with earthliness.

He stretched his arms, and gently sought
To clasp me to his soul;

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