Poems – Written On The Deaths Of Three Lovely Children (Jean Ingelow Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
DEAR, lovely girl, my thoughts are thine in this sweet twilight hour,The young, the bright, the beautiful, gone like a ...
OH, wearily, most wearily through life,The orphan girl in bitter grief must go,Uncheered amid the dark and fearful strifeA cold ...
O Crutchfield, long has been the whileSince last I met thy friendly smile,Since last thy converse did beguileMy pensive hours, ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
Work while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.IN the childhood of April, while purple woods ...
I see him at his case,With his anxious cheerless face, Worn and brown;And the types' unceasing click,As they drop ...
I leave thee for awhile, my love, I leave thee with a sigh; The fountain spring within my soul is ...
I.It is not that our earlier Heaven Escapes its April showers, Or that to childhood's heart is given No snake ...
It's the dull road that leads to the gay road; The practice that leads to success; The work road that ...
GOD grant me these: the strength to doSome needed service here;The wisdom to be brave and true;The gift of vision ...
I. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were ...
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