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 ...
Only you'd have me speak. Whether to speakOr whether to be silent is all one;Whether to sleep and in my dreaming ...
Niloiya said to Noah, "What aileth thee,My master, unto whom is my desire,The father of my sons?" He answered her,"Mother ...
They said "Too late, too late, the work is done;Great Homer sang of glory and strong menAnd that fair Greek ...
And after that, though oft he sought her door,He might not see her. First they said to him,"She is not ...
Thus all were satisfied, and day by day,For two sweet years a happy course was theirs;Happy, but yet the fortunate, ...
(Old English Manner.)APPRENTICED.Come out and hear the waters shoot, the owlet hoot, the owlet hoot; Yon crescent moon, a golden boat, ...
As one who, journeying, checks the rein in haste Because a chasm doth yawn across his wayToo wide for leaping, and ...
Now ere the sunrise, while the morning starHung yet behind the pine bough, woke and prayedThe world's great shipwright, and ...
I.He knew she did not love him; but so longAs rivals were unknown to him, he dweltAt ease, and did ...
Her younger sister, that Speranza hight.England puts on her purple, and pale, pale With too much light, the primrose doth but ...
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” ...
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 ...
O my heart, my heart is sick awishing and awaiting:The lad took up his knapsack, he went, he went his ...
Once upon a time, I layFast asleep at dawn of day;Windows open to the south,Fancy pouting her sweet mouthTo my ...
I.'And you brought him home.' 'I did, ay Ronald, it rested with me.''Love!' 'Yes.' 'I would fain you were not ...
ON A SUN-PORTRAIT OF HER HUSBAND, SENT BY HISWIFE TO THEIR FRIEND.Beautiful eyes,—and shall I see no moreThe living thought ...
A waxing moon that, crescent yet,In all its silver beauty set,And rose no more in the lonesome nightTo shed full-orbed ...
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