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 ...
1Dear, could the wise creator makeMe, nor imagine you,When from his wisdom's awful breathI came like trembling dew,You under my ...
God of the morning! Thou, the sabbath's God!Round whose bright footsteps thousand planets roll:A million beings at Thy mighty nodAre ...
My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear--acare-woven garment that protects me from ...
In the long evening of April through the cool lightBayle's two sheep dogs sail down the lane like magpiesfor the ...
If I esteemed you less, Envy would killPleasure, and leave to ...
The Press is too much with us, small and great:We are undone of chatter and on dit,Report, retort, rejoinder, repartee,Mole-hill ...
As planets round the central sun In their eternal orbits shine, So million lamps of light divineCircle about The only One.That only ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
On Nineveh's proud towers the sinking sun In cloudless splendor looks; nor, through the earth, Like glory doth behold. In ...
Extracts from the Prologue I have come into the Desert because my soul is athirst as the Desert is ...
Aye, snows are rife in December, And sheaves are in August yet,And you would have me remember, And I would ...
Oshagan's most sacred tomb, Land of genius, from where today, A magnificent history Of fifteen tempestuous centuries, Freely moves toward ...
The Radiant Ruler of Mystic RegionsWhere souls of artists are fitted for birth,Gathered together their lovely legionsAnd fashioned a woman ...
Drunk, Lene Levi walkedIn the neighboring streets nightlyBack and forth, screaming, "auto."Her blouse was opened,So that one saw her fine, ...
THERE is a light in darkness which the soulCan never know until the sense hath creptFrom height to height across ...
Don't come near me!Be an effigyOn the stone wall of the ancient cathedral,High up and unapproachable,To stay on as an ...
ALL submit to them, where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to analysis, in the Soul; Not traditions-not the outer authorities ...
Between me and the sunset, like a dome Against the glory of a world on fire, Now burned a sudden ...
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