Thick Orchards, All in White (Jean Ingelow Poems)
"The time of the singing of birds is come." Thick orchards, all in white, Stand 'neath blue voids of light,And birds among ...
"The time of the singing of birds is come." Thick orchards, all in white, Stand 'neath blue voids of light,And birds among ...
This day, O God, thy blessed handHath thrown wide open all thy stores,And filled with bounty every land,The sea, and ...
This is the thanksgiving of the weary,The song of him that is ready to rest.It is good to be glad ...
Our fathers, in the years grown dim, reared slowly, wall by wallA holy dwelling-place for ...
FIFTY more! my kind friend--and apologize too!Yet with form--let me ask, what has friendship to do?And such friendship as yours--flowing ...
Sing to the Lord of harvest,Sing songs of love and praise;With joyful hearts and voicesYour alleluias raise.By Him the rolling ...
How have I sought, yea how have asought!And seeked me ever through the earth's hours,Amid the damp, cool morn, when ...
Yes, for me, for me He carethWith a brother's tender care;Yes with me, with me He sharethEvery burden, every fear.Yes, ...
The devil to Bacchus said, one day,In a scowling, growling, petulant way,As he came from earth to hell:"There's a soul ...
A poor clerk I, 'Arnaut the less' they call me,And because I have small mind to sitDay long, long day ...
~Not~ as of one whom multitudes ~admire~, I believe they call him great;They throng to hear him with a strange ...
The truth of God is known, "Give up," some cry, "thy own Weak thought ; Learn what thou ought," Is ...
Welcome, O truant stork! And where have you been so long? And do you bring that grace of spring ...
(In the Louvre) SCARCELY, I think; yet it indeed may be The ...
Thy beauty is the warmth and languor of an orient autumn,Caressing all the senses-With light from skies of heavy azure,With ...
Thy beauty is the warmth and languor of an orient autumn,Caressing all the senses-With light from skies of heavy azure,With ...
My Shepherd is the Lord my God,— There is no want I know;His flock He leads in verdant meads, Where ...
The earth is the cup of the sun,That he filleth at morning with wine,With the warm, strong wine of his ...
Knowing the weariness of dreams, and days, and nights,The great and grievous vanity of joy and pain;Frail loves that pass, ...
My Shepherd is the Lord my God,-- There is no want I know; His flock He leads in verdant meads, ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories