The Snowdrop Monument (in Lichfield Cathedral) (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Marvels of sleep, grown cold! Who hath not longed to foldWith pitying ruth, forgetful of their bliss, Those cherub forms that lie, With ...
Marvels of sleep, grown cold! Who hath not longed to foldWith pitying ruth, forgetful of their bliss, Those cherub forms that lie, With ...
When found the rose delight in her fair hue?Color is nothing to this world; ’tis IThat see it. Farther, I have ...
I.Laura, my Laura! 'Yes, mother!' 'I want you, Laura; come down.''What is it, mother—what, dearest? O your loved face how ...
I passed an inland-cliff precipitate; From tiny caves peeped many a soot-black poll;In each a mother-martin sat elate, And of the news ...
When in a May-day hushChanteth the Missel-thrushThe harp o’ the heart makes answer with murmurous stirs;When Robin-redbreast sings,We think on ...
"In Him we live, and move, and have our being."The measureless gulfs of air are full of Thee: Thou Art, and ...
"And fell on his neck, and kissed him."Thou wert far off, and in the sight of heaven Dead. And thy Father ...
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