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 ...
Jean Ingelow Poems on Birds (28 Poems)
The Dreams That Came True (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I saw in a vision once, our mother-sphere The world, her fixed foredooméd oval tracing,Rolling and rolling on and resting never, While ...
A Story Of Doom: Book I. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Niloiya said to Noah, "What aileth thee,My master, unto whom is my desire,The father of my sons?" He answered her,"Mother ...
Laurance – [Part 3] (Jean Ingelow Poems)
And after that, though oft he sought her door,He might not see her. First they said to him,"She is not ...
Songs of the Night Watches (complete) (Jean Ingelow Poems)
(Old English Manner.)APPRENTICED.Come out and hear the waters shoot, the owlet hoot, the owlet hoot; Yon crescent moon, a golden boat, ...
Scholar And The Carpenter (Jean Ingelow Poems)
While ripening corn grew thick and deep,And here and there men stood to reap,One morn I put my heart to ...
A Story Of Doom: Book VII. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
And while he spoke there was a noise without;The curtains of the door were flung aside,And some with heavy feet ...
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 ...
Supper at the Mill (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Mother.Well, Frances.Frances.Well, good mother, how are you?M. I'm hearty, lass, but warm; the weather's warm:I think 'tis mostly warm on ...
Speranza (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Her younger sister, that Speranza hight.England puts on her purple, and pale, pale With too much light, the primrose doth but ...
If I Forget Thee, O Jerusalem (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
Songs Of Seven (complete) (Jean Ingelow Poems)
SEVEN TIMES ONE. EXULTATION.There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover, There’s no rain left in heaven:I’ve said my “seven times” ...
Honours — Part I (Jean Ingelow Poems)
To strive—and fail. Yes, I did strive and fail; I set mine eyes upon a certain nightTo find a certain star—and ...
Contrasted Songs: A Lily And The Lute (Jean Ingelow Poems)
(Song of the uncommunicated Ideal.)I.I opened the eyes of my soul. And behold,A white river-lily: a lily awake, and aware,—For she set ...
Nature, For Nature’s Sake (Jean Ingelow Poems)
White as white butterflies that each one dons Her face their wide white wings to shade withal,Many moon-daisies throng the water-spring. While ...
Requiescat In Pace (Jean Ingelow Poems)
O my heart, my heart is sick awishing and awaiting:The lad took up his knapsack, he went, he went his ...
Echo And The Ferry (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Ay, Oliver! I was but seven, and he was eleven;He looked at me pouting and rosy. I blushed where I ...
A Dead Year (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I took a year out of my life and story-- A dead year, and said, "I will hew thee a tomb! 'All ...
A Story Of Doom: Book IX. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
The prayer of Noah. The man went forth by nightAnd listened; and the earth was dark and still,And he was ...
Songs of the Voices of Birds: A Poet in his Youth, and the Cuckoo-Bird (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Once upon a time, I layFast asleep at dawn of day;Windows open to the south,Fancy pouting her sweet mouthTo my ...
The Beginning (Jean Ingelow Poems)
They tell strange things of the primeval earth,But things that be are never strange to thoseAmong them. And we know ...
Kismet (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Into the rock the road is cut full deep, At its low ledges village children play,From its high rifts fountains of ...
A Cottage In A Chine (Jean Ingelow Poems)
We reached the place by night, And heard the waves breaking:They came to meet us with candles alight To show the path ...
Reflections (Jean Ingelow Poems)
'LOOKING OVER A GATE AT A POOL IN A FIELD'What change has made the pastures sweetAnd reached the daisies at ...
Songs of the Voices of Birds: A Raven in a White Chine (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I saw when I looked up, on either hand, A pale high chalk-cliff, reared aloft in white;A narrowing rent soon closed ...
Songs of the Voices of Birds: The Nightingale Heard by the Unsatisfied Heart (Jean Ingelow Poems)
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 ...
Thick Orchards, All in White (Jean Ingelow Poems)
"The time of the singing of birds is come." Thick orchards, all in white, Stand 'neath blue voids of light,And birds among ...
Fancy (Jean Ingelow Poems)
O fancy, if thou flyest, come back anon, Thy fluttering wings are soft as love's first word, And fragrant as the feathers ...