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 ...
Jean Ingelow Poems on Sleep (32 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 ...
A Parson’s Letter To A Young Poet (Jean Ingelow Poems)
They said "Too late, too late, the work is done;Great Homer sang of glory and strong menAnd that fair Greek ...
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 ...
Honours — Part II. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
As one who, journeying, checks the rein in haste Because a chasm doth yawn across his wayToo wide for leaping, and ...
The Mariner’s Cave (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Once on a time there walked a mariner, That had been shipwrecked;—on a lonely shore,And the green water made a restless ...
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 ...
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” ...
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 IV. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Now while these evil ones took counsel strange,The son of Lamech journeyed home; and, lo!A company came down, and struck ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Snowdrop Monument (in Lichfield Cathedral) (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Marvels of sleep, grown cold! Who hath not longed to foldWith pitying ruth, forgetful of their bliss, Those cherub forms that lie, With ...
Songs with Preludes: Lamentation (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I read upon that book,Which down the golden gulf doth let us lookOn the sweet days of pastoral majesty; I read ...
Strife and Peace (Jean Ingelow Poems)
The yellow poplar-leaves came down And like a carpet lay,No waftings were in the sunny air To flutter them away;And he stepped ...
The Shepherd Lady (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I.Who pipes upon the long green hill, Where meadow grass is deep?The white lamb bleats but followeth on— Follow the clean white ...
Sea-Mews In Winter Time (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I walked beside a dark gray sea. And said, "O world, how cold thou art!Thou poor white world, I pity thee, For ...
Songs with Preludes: Regret (Jean Ingelow Poems)
O that word REGRET!There have been nights and morns when we have sighed,“Let us alone, Regret! We are contentTo throw thee ...
Wendover (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Uplifted and lone, set apart with our love On the crest of a soft swelling downCloud shadows that meet on the ...