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 Fear (24 Poems)
The Maid-Martyr (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
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 ...
A Story Of Doom: Book III. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Above the head of great MethuselahThere lay two demons in the opened roofInvisible, and gathered up his words;For when the ...
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 ...
Laurance – [Part 2] (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Thus all were satisfied, and day by day,For two sweet years a happy course was theirs;Happy, but yet the fortunate, ...
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 II. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Now ere the sunrise, while the morning starHung yet behind the pine bough, woke and prayedThe world's great shipwright, and ...
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 ...
Afternoon At A Parsonage (Jean Ingelow Poems)
(THE PARSON’S BROTHER, SISTER, AND TWO CHILDREN)Preface.What wonder man should fail to stay A nursling wafted from above,The growth celestial come ...
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 ...
Winstanley (Jean Ingelow Poems)
THE APOLOGY.Quoth the cedar to the reeds and rushes, “Water-grass, you know not what I do;Know not of my storms, nor ...
A Story Of Doom: Book V. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
And when two days were over, Japhet said,"Mother, so please you, get a wife for me."The mother answered, "Dost thou ...
A Story Of Doom: Book VI. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Night. Now a tent was pitched, and Japhet satIn the door and watched, for on a litter layThe father of ...
Laurance – [Part 1] (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I.He knew she did not love him; but so longAs rivals were unknown to him, he dweltAt ease, and did ...
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 ...
A Story Of Doom: Book VIII. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Then one ran, crying, while Niloiya wrought,"The Master cometh!" and she went withinTo adorn herself for meeting him. And ShemWent ...
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 ...
A Mother Showing The Portrait Of Her Child (Jean Ingelow Poems)
(F.M.L.)Living child or pictured cherub, Ne’er o’ermatched its baby grace;And the mother, moving nearer, Looked it calmly in the face;Then with slight ...
Dora (Jean Ingelow Poems)
A waxing moon that, crescent yet,In all its silver beauty set,And rose no more in the lonesome nightTo shed full-orbed ...
A Sea Song (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Old Albion sat on a crag of late. And sang out--"Ahoy! ahoy!Long, life to the captain, good luck to the mate.And ...
A Wedding Song (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Come up the broad river, the Thames, my Dane, My Dane with the beautiful eyes!Thousands and thousands await thee full fain, And ...