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 ...
With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild,And the great, wide, ...
WHEN the merry spring-tide Floods all the land;Nature hath a Mother's heart, Gives with open hand;Flowers running up the lane Tell us May ...
The April house was near a pond; It was made of reeds and of rushes, All helter-skelter and out of kelter, And ringed ...
Three jolly, old huntsmen, Joe, Jerry, Jim,Took lunch at "The Three Cornered Hat";Now Jerry was lanky, but Joe wasn't slim,And ...
IN THE days that will be olden after many years are gone,Ere the world emerged from darkness floating out into ...
He is not John the gardener,And yet the whole day longEmploys himself most usefully,The flower-beds among.He is not Tom the ...
Oh bluebird with light red breast,And your blue back like a feathered sky,You have to go down southBefore biting winter ...
O YE ancient and undisturbed Armenian plains of kind mornings,And ye, golden fields, rich orchards, and pastures smiling with life,Ye ...
THE poor ghost came through the wind and rain And passed down the old dear road again. Thin cowered the ...
On a hill-top brown it stands:One side, open tablelands Stretch to meet the sky:On the other, winding dales,Prospects fair ...
A house of unimagined beautyIs set in parkland, cool and dark;Gates with an arch; then meadows, hillocks,And oats and woods ...
How large that thrush looks on the bare thorn-tree! A swarm of such, three little months ago, Had hidden in ...
Earth loves her young: a preference manifest:She prompts them to her fruits and flower-beds;Their beauty with her choicest interthreads,And makes ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the ...
This is the place where they all were bred; Some of the rafters are standing still; Now they are scattered ...
All ye tourists who wish to be away From the crowded city for a brief holiday; The town of Nairn ...
Out in the garden, Out in the windy, swinging dark, Under the trees and over the flower-beds, Over the grass ...
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