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 ...
Bright Arts, abus'd, like Gems, receive their Flaws;Physick has Quacks, and Quirks obscure the Laws.Fables to shade Historic Truths combine,And ...
March month of 'many weathers' wildly comesIn hail and snow and rain and threatning humsAnd floods: while often at his ...
Whether my heart hath wiser grown or not,In these three years, since I to thee inscribed,Mine own betrothed, the firstlings ...
Into the rock the road is cut full deep, At its low ledges village children play,From its high rifts fountains of ...
Upon a Sabbath-day it fell;Twice holy was the Sabbath-bellThat call'd the folk to evening prayer;The city streets were clean and ...
Airy budding ash-tree,You have made a throne,And the sweetest thrush in all the worldIs sitting there alone;Drawn in tints of ...
A HAPPY day at Whitsuntide,As soon 's the zun begun to vall,We all stroll'd up the steep hill-zideTo Meldon, gret ...
ALOOF from his tribeOn the elm-tree's top,A jackdaw perchedA hand-reach up.Silent he satOn the branch, nor stirred,And I saw m ...
I clomb full high the belfry tower Up to yon arrow-slit, up and away,I said 'let me look on my heart's ...
The Lion does not move at all,Winter or Summer, Spring or Fall,He does not even stretch or yawn,But lies in ...
OH , soft and sweet the evening sunWas gleaming o'er the meadows green,The ploughman's weary task was done,And peaceful was ...
Yon, in the depths of the evening's track,Like a herd of blind bullocks that seek their fellows,Wild, as in terror, ...
Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his ...
(June, 1903) O Tintern, Tintern! evermore my dreams Troubled by thy grave beauty shall be born; Thy ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
I What shall I do with this absurdity - O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Decrepit age that ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with ...
WHEN daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with ...
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