George MacDonald

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

George MacDonald Poems

121. To A Certain Critic 4/9/2010
122. Truth, Not Form! 4/9/2010
123. Two In One 4/9/2010
124. Unrest 4/9/2010
125. Up And-Down 4/9/2010
126. Up In The Tree 4/9/2010
127. Waiting 4/9/2010
128. Were I A Skilful Painter 4/9/2010
129. What Makes Summer? 4/9/2010
130. What Man Is There Of You? 4/9/2010
131. What The Auld Fowk Are Thinkin 4/9/2010
132. What The Lord Saith 4/9/2010
133. When The Storm Was Proudest 4/9/2010
134. Who Lights The Fire? 4/9/2010
135. Who Would Have Thought? 4/9/2010
136. Willie's Question 4/9/2010
137. Winter Song 4/9/2010
138. Sweet Peril 3/30/2015
139. Little White Lily 9/23/2015
140. A Spiritual Song, Concerning Our Holy Baptism, Wherein Is Briefly, Who Has Instituted, Whereto It Serves &C. 10/1/2015
141. Within And Without: Part Iii: A Dramatic Poem 4/9/2010
142. Wild Flowers 4/9/2010
143. Two Rondels 4/9/2010
144. Triolet 4/9/2010
145. To A February Primrose 4/9/2010
146. To-Morrow 4/9/2010
147. Time 4/9/2010
148. The Yerl O' Waterydeck 4/9/2010
149. The Woman Of Samaria 4/9/2010
150. The Moon 4/9/2010
151. The Sparrow 4/9/2010
152. The Golden Key 4/9/2010
153. The Children's Heaven 4/9/2010
154. The Giver 4/9/2010
155. The Carpenter 4/9/2010
156. The Early Bird 4/9/2010
157. The Aurora Borealis 4/9/2010
158. Tell Me 4/9/2010
159. Songs Of The Summer Nights 4/9/2010
160. The Foolish Harebell 4/9/2010

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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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