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 ...
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
I saw in a vision once, our mother-sphere The world, her fixed foredooméd oval tracing,Rolling and rolling on and resting never, While ...
Niloiya said to Noah, "What aileth thee,My master, unto whom is my desire,The father of my sons?" He answered her,"Mother ...
They said "Too late, too late, the work is done;Great Homer sang of glory and strong menAnd that fair Greek ...
And after that, though oft he sought her door,He might not see her. First they said to him,"She is not ...
(Old English Manner.)APPRENTICED.Come out and hear the waters shoot, the owlet hoot, the owlet hoot; Yon crescent moon, a golden boat, ...
While ripening corn grew thick and deep,And here and there men stood to reap,One morn I put my heart to ...
As one who, journeying, checks the rein in haste Because a chasm doth yawn across his wayToo wide for leaping, and ...
Once on a time there walked a mariner, That had been shipwrecked;—on a lonely shore,And the green water made a restless ...
And while he spoke there was a noise without;The curtains of the door were flung aside,And some with heavy feet ...
(THE PARSON’S BROTHER, SISTER, AND TWO CHILDREN)Preface.What wonder man should fail to stay A nursling wafted from above,The growth celestial come ...
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 ...
THE APOLOGY.Quoth the cedar to the reeds and rushes, “Water-grass, you know not what I do;Know not of my storms, nor ...
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 ...
Her younger sister, that Speranza hight.England puts on her purple, and pale, pale With too much light, the primrose doth but ...
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
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” ...
(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 ...
Now while these evil ones took counsel strange,The son of Lamech journeyed home; and, lo!A company came down, and struck ...
O my heart, my heart is sick awishing and awaiting:The lad took up his knapsack, he went, he went his ...
Once upon a time, I layFast asleep at dawn of day;Windows open to the south,Fancy pouting her sweet mouthTo my ...
They tell strange things of the primeval earth,But things that be are never strange to thoseAmong them. And we know ...
We reached the place by night, And heard the waves breaking:They came to meet us with candles alight To show the path ...
Marvels of sleep, grown cold! Who hath not longed to foldWith pitying ruth, forgetful of their bliss, Those cherub forms that lie, With ...
I read upon that book,Which down the golden gulf doth let us lookOn the sweet days of pastoral majesty; I read ...
The yellow poplar-leaves came down And like a carpet lay,No waftings were in the sunny air To flutter them away;And he stepped ...
I.Who pipes upon the long green hill, Where meadow grass is deep?The white lamb bleats but followeth on— Follow the clean white ...
I walked beside a dark gray sea. And said, "O world, how cold thou art!Thou poor white world, I pity thee, For ...
O that word REGRET!There have been nights and morns when we have sighed,“Let us alone, Regret! We are contentTo throw thee ...
Uplifted and lone, set apart with our love On the crest of a soft swelling downCloud shadows that meet on the ...
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