George MacDonald

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

George MacDonald Poems

161. The Thank-Offering 4/9/2010
162. The Foolish Harebell 4/9/2010
163. The Mermaid 4/9/2010
164. To Gordon Leaving Khartoum 4/9/2010
165. Win' That 'Blaws 4/9/2010
166. Within And Without: Part Ii: A Dramatic Poem 4/9/2010
167. The Haunted House 4/9/2010
168. Sun And Moon 4/9/2010
169. The Sweeper Of The Floor 4/9/2010
170. The Grace Of Grace 4/9/2010
171. Traveller's Song 4/9/2010
172. Within And Without: Part I: A Dramatic Poem 4/9/2010
173. The Girl That Lost Things 4/9/2010
174. That Holy Thing 4/9/2010
175. The Wind And The Moon 4/9/2010
176. That Holy Thing 1/4/2003
177. Songs Of The Spring Nights 4/9/2010
178. Concerning Jesus 4/8/2010
179. Halloween 4/9/2010
180. Songs Of The Spring Days 4/9/2010
181. Come Unto Me 4/8/2010
182. Not Understood 4/9/2010
183. Within And Without: Part Iv: A Dramatic Poem 4/9/2010
184. Within And Without: Part V: A Dramatic Poem 4/9/2010
185. November, 1851 4/9/2010
186. No Sign 4/9/2010
187. Nannie Braw 4/9/2010
188. Nature: A Moral Power 4/9/2010
189. New Year's Eve: A Waking Dream 4/9/2010
190. Much And More 4/9/2010
191. My Heart 4/9/2010
192. O Lord, How Happy! 4/9/2010
193. Of One Who Died In Spring 4/9/2010
194. Oh That A Wind 4/9/2010
195. On A December Day 4/9/2010
196. On A Midge 4/9/2010
197. On The Source Of The Arve 4/9/2010
198. Our Ship 4/9/2010
199. Picture Songs 4/9/2010
200. Power 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 Better Thing

I took it for a bird of prey that soared
High over ocean, battled mount, and plain;
'Twas but a bird-moth, which with limp horns gored
The invisibly obstructing window-pane!

Better than eagle, with far-towering nerve
But downward bent, greedy, marauding eye,
Guest of the flowers, thou art: unhurt they serve
Thee, little angel of a lower sky!

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