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 ...
THE SAINT. Ossian, enough of this dotard theme,Lit up at the meteor--blaze of a dream,Wanton and vain as ever was fann'dBy ...
TWICE had the mellowing sun of autumn crownedThe hundredth circle of his yearly round,When, as we meet to-day, our fathers ...
'Twas sunset in Jerusalem; the lightStill lingered on the city's walls, and crownedMount Olivet with splendor, while below,Among the trees ...
For a thousand years the Devil crouched On the white hot flags of hell:For a thousand years the Devil cursed The imps ...
ILike a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of bitter ...
Why this hurrying to and fro, Why all this strange commotion?The good ship Briton rolls and sways Upon a stormy ocean.Oh! where ...
A gradely chap wor uncle Ben As iver lived ith' fowd:He made a fortun for hissen, An' lived on't when he'r owd.His ...
The woman was old and ragged and grayAnd bent with the chill of the Winter's day.The street was wet with ...
Pour ye a wail of the wildest E'er wrung from a worn heart and mind!Tears and entreaties the mildest Are blown like ...
1849-1861THE piping of our slender, peaceful reedsWhispers uncared for while the trumpets bray;Song is thin air; our hearts' exulting playBeats ...
Come to me, Sunbeam! I'm dyingUncared for, distress'd and alone.Even now the pale angel with icy hand seizesThe heart that ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
"My dream had never died or lived again.As in some mystic middle state I lay;Seeing I saw not, hearing not ...
When window-lamps had dwindled, then I roseand left the town behind me; and on my waypassing a certain door I ...
In the corner she's left the mechanical toy, On the chair is her Teddy Bear fine;The things that I ...
I cry to you as I pass your windows in the dusk; Ye have built you unmysterious homes and ways ...
Oh, hearts that wear the willow, To you I tell my woe, Why thus uncared, ungartered, And all so pale ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
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