George MacDonald

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

George MacDonald Poems

281. God In Growth 4/9/2010
282. Hom. Il. V. 403 4/9/2010
283. Appeal 4/8/2010
284. Abu Midjan 4/8/2010
285. A Song Of Hope 4/8/2010
286. A Prayer For The Past: All Sights And Sounds Of Day And Yea 4/8/2010
287. A Dream-Song 4/8/2010
288. I Would I Were A Child 4/9/2010
289. Legend Of The Corrievrechan 4/9/2010
290. In Memorium: Lady Caroline Charteris 4/9/2010
291. In Bonds 4/9/2010
292. In The Winter 4/9/2010
293. My Room 4/9/2010
294. Ower The Hedge 4/9/2010
295. Of The Son Of Man 4/9/2010
296. O Wind Of God 4/9/2010
297. Reciprocity 4/9/2010
298. O Lassie Ayont The Hill! 4/9/2010
299. Professor Noctutus 4/9/2010
300. Hymn For A Sick Girl 4/9/2010
301. Gaein And Comin 4/9/2010
302. A Lown Nicht 4/8/2010
303. Lines To A Steamboat 4/9/2010
304. Martha 4/9/2010
305. Love Is Home 4/9/2010
306. De Profundis 4/8/2010
307. A Song Prayer 4/8/2010
308. O Do Not Leave Me 4/9/2010
309. Written For One In Sore Pain 4/9/2010
310. Written On A Stormy Night 4/9/2010
311. Coming 4/8/2010
312. Blind Sorrow 4/8/2010
313. General Gordon 4/9/2010
314. A Song In The Night: A Brown Bird Sang On A Blossomy Tre 4/8/2010
315. At My Window After Sunset 4/8/2010
316. Christmas Day, 1850 4/8/2010
317. Morning Hymn 4/9/2010
318. Oh Thou Of Little Faith 4/9/2010
319. Little Elfie 4/9/2010
320. Lessons For A Child 4/9/2010
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 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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