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 ...
Jean Ingelow Poems on Fairness (42 Poems)
The Maid-Martyr (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
The Dreams That Came True (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I saw in a vision once, our mother-sphere The world, her fixed foredooméd oval tracing,Rolling and rolling on and resting never, While ...
A Story Of Doom: Book I. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Niloiya said to Noah, "What aileth thee,My master, unto whom is my desire,The father of my sons?" He answered her,"Mother ...
A Parson’s Letter To A Young Poet (Jean Ingelow Poems)
They said "Too late, too late, the work is done;Great Homer sang of glory and strong menAnd that fair Greek ...
Laurance – [Part 2] (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Thus all were satisfied, and day by day,For two sweet years a happy course was theirs;Happy, but yet the fortunate, ...
Scholar And The Carpenter (Jean Ingelow Poems)
While ripening corn grew thick and deep,And here and there men stood to reap,One morn I put my heart to ...
Honours — Part II. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
As one who, journeying, checks the rein in haste Because a chasm doth yawn across his wayToo wide for leaping, and ...
A Story Of Doom: Book II. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Now ere the sunrise, while the morning starHung yet behind the pine bough, woke and prayedThe world's great shipwright, and ...
The Mariner’s Cave (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Once on a time there walked a mariner, That had been shipwrecked;—on a lonely shore,And the green water made a restless ...
Poems – Written On The Deaths Of Three Lovely Children (Jean Ingelow Poems)
HENRY,AGED EIGHT YEARS.Yellow leaves, how fast they flutter—woodland hollows thickly strewing, Where the wan October sunbeams scantly in the mid-day win,While ...
Winstanley (Jean Ingelow Poems)
THE APOLOGY.Quoth the cedar to the reeds and rushes, “Water-grass, you know not what I do;Know not of my storms, nor ...
A Story Of Doom: Book V. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
And when two days were over, Japhet said,"Mother, so please you, get a wife for me."The mother answered, "Dost thou ...
A Story Of Doom: Book VI. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Night. Now a tent was pitched, and Japhet satIn the door and watched, for on a litter layThe father of ...
Supper at the Mill (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Mother.Well, Frances.Frances.Well, good mother, how are you?M. I'm hearty, lass, but warm; the weather's warm:I think 'tis mostly warm on ...
Songs Of Seven (complete) (Jean Ingelow Poems)
SEVEN TIMES ONE. EXULTATION.There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover, There’s no rain left in heaven:I’ve said my “seven times” ...
Contrasted Songs: A Lily And The Lute (Jean Ingelow Poems)
(Song of the uncommunicated Ideal.)I.I opened the eyes of my soul. And behold,A white river-lily: a lily awake, and aware,—For she set ...
A Story Of Doom: Book VIII. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Then one ran, crying, while Niloiya wrought,"The Master cometh!" and she went withinTo adorn herself for meeting him. And ShemWent ...
Echo And The Ferry (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Ay, Oliver! I was but seven, and he was eleven;He looked at me pouting and rosy. I blushed where I ...
At One Again (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I. NOONDAY.Two angry men—in heat they sever, And one goes home by a harvest field:—"Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor; I ...
A Dead Year (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I took a year out of my life and story-- A dead year, and said, "I will hew thee a tomb! 'All ...
A Story Of Doom: Book IX. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
The prayer of Noah. The man went forth by nightAnd listened; and the earth was dark and still,And he was ...
Songs of the Voices of Birds: A Poet in his Youth, and the Cuckoo-Bird (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Once upon a time, I layFast asleep at dawn of day;Windows open to the south,Fancy pouting her sweet mouthTo my ...
Perdita (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I go beyond the commandment.'So be it. Then mine be the blame,The loss, the lack, the yearning, till life's last ...
Divided (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I.An empty sky, a world of heather, Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom;We two among them wading together, Shaking out honey, treading ...
A Mother Showing The Portrait Of Her Child (Jean Ingelow Poems)
(F.M.L.)Living child or pictured cherub, Ne’er o’ermatched its baby grace;And the mother, moving nearer, Looked it calmly in the face;Then with slight ...
Kismet (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Into the rock the road is cut full deep, At its low ledges village children play,From its high rifts fountains of ...
Persephone (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Subject given—“Light and Shade.”She stepped upon Sicilian grass, Demeter’s daughter fresh and fair,A child of light, a radiant lass, And gamesome as ...
Songs with Preludes: Wedlock (Jean Ingelow Poems)
The sun was streaming in: I woke, and said,“Where is my wife,—that has been made my wifeOnly this year?” The casement ...
A Song In Three Parts (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I.The white broom flatt'ring her flowers in calm June weather, 'O most sweet wear;Forty-eight weeks of my life do none desire ...