Jean Ingelow
Jean Ingelow
Jean Ingelow, was an English poet and novelist...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth17 March 1820
stars sky rocks
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
pain heart years
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
flower daffodil
O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
children headstone
Children bring their own love with them when they come.
people obscurity display
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
god
I am athirst for God, the living God.
regret thinking remember-something
When I remember something which I had, But which is gone, and I must do without, I sometimes wonder how I can be glad, Even in cowslip time when hedges sprout; It makes me sigh to think on it,--but yet My days will not be better days, should I forget.
art father men
What is thy thought? There is no miracle? There is a great one, which thou hast not read, And never shalt escape. Thyself, O man, Thou art the miracle. Ay, thou thyself, Being in the world and of the world, thyself, Hast breathed in breath from Him that made the world. Thou art thy Father's copy of Himself,-- Thou art thy Father's miracle.
summer spring long
I wish, and I wish that the spring would go faster, Nor long summer bide so late; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster, For some things are ill to wait.
rain heaven despair
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.
greatness reign aspire
Reign, and keep life in this our deep desireOur only greatness is that we aspire.
ocean land lovely
Quoth the Ocean, "Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land.
flower wine moon
Such a slender moon, going up and up, Waxing so fast from night to night, And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright, Fated, methought, to round as to a golden cup, And hold to my two lips life's best of wine.
men miracle wonderful
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man. Behold, "There is a God," thou sayest. Thou sayest well: In that thou sayest all. To Be is more Of wonderful, than being, to have wrought, Or reigned, or rested.