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 ...
Jean Ingelow Poems on Snow (16 Poems)
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 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, ...
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 ...
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 VI. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
Night. Now a tent was pitched, and Japhet satIn the door and watched, for on a litter layThe father of ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The White Moon Wasteth (Jean Ingelow Poems)
The white moon wasteth,And cold morn hasteth Athwart the snow,The red east burnethAnd the tide turneth, And thou must go.Think not, sad ...