The Monitions of the Unseen (Jean Ingelow Poems)
There are who give themselves to work for men,—To raise the lost, to gather orphaned babesAnd teach them, pitying of ...
There are who give themselves to work for men,—To raise the lost, to gather orphaned babesAnd teach them, pitying of ...
Part IMY loving countrymen, pray lend an ear, To this relation that I bring you here, My sufferings at large I will ...
MY good old father tucked his head, (His face the color of gingerbread) Over the table my mother had spread, And folded his ...
The Worldling Churchman, raging with Defeat,Renews his Hate, and burns with double Heat.Tho' foil'd in Synod, he laments the DayThat ...
'Twas night, and the moonbeams palely fellOn the gloomy walls of a cheerless cell,Where a captive sought a brief reposeFrom ...
I have a son, a little son, a boy just five years old,With eyes of thoughtful earnestness, and mind of ...
'T was early morn, the low night-wind Had fled the sun's fierce ray, And sluggishly the leaden waves Rolled over Plymouth Bay. No mist ...
Now Mr. Jeremiah BaneHe owned a warehouse in The Lane,An edifice of goodly size,Where, with keen private enterprise, He sold ...
What means this gathering multitude, Upon thy shores, O, Galilee,As various as the billows rude That sweep thy ever restless ...
'To Monica'Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,And left the flushed print in a poppy there:Like a yawn of fire ...
The veil hath lifted and hath fallen; and himWho next it stood before us, first so long,We see not; but ...
She knelt in pray'r before th' eternal throneOf the Most High,—her streaming eyes uprais'd,—Her white hands clasp'd convulsively,—her cheek,With the ...
Therefore be sure that thy aversion fallOnly on things which thou thy own may'st call,But for the present all desires ...
Mother, our greetings be to thee,On the glad anniversary Of this, thy festive day;Thy daughters, daughters not of earth,But bound ...
If then thou dost desire such things as these,If thou wouldst tread these flow'ry ways of peace,Remember that with fervency ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
To Monica Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a ...
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