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 ...
I saw in a vision once, our mother-sphere The world, her fixed foredooméd oval tracing,Rolling and rolling on and resting never, While ...
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 ...
Thus all were satisfied, and day by day,For two sweet years a happy course was theirs;Happy, but yet the fortunate, ...
While ripening corn grew thick and deep,And here and there men stood to reap,One morn I put my heart to ...
Now ere the sunrise, while the morning starHung yet behind the pine bough, woke and prayedThe world's great shipwright, and ...
Once on a time there walked a mariner, That had been shipwrecked;—on a lonely shore,And the green water made a restless ...
And while he spoke there was a noise without;The curtains of the door were flung aside,And some with heavy feet ...
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 ...
Night. Now a tent was pitched, and Japhet satIn the door and watched, for on a litter layThe father of ...
Her younger sister, that Speranza hight.England puts on her purple, and pale, pale With too much light, the primrose doth but ...
Out of the melancholy that is madeOf ebbing sorrow that too slowly ebbs,Comes back a sighing whisper of the reed,A ...
(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 ...
Then one ran, crying, while Niloiya wrought,"The Master cometh!" and she went withinTo adorn herself for meeting him. And ShemWent ...
I. NOONDAY.Two angry men—in heat they sever, And one goes home by a harvest field:—"Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor; I ...
The prayer of Noah. The man went forth by nightAnd listened; and the earth was dark and still,And he was ...
I go beyond the commandment.'So be it. Then mine be the blame,The loss, the lack, the yearning, till life's last ...
They tell strange things of the primeval earth,But things that be are never strange to thoseAmong them. And we know ...
(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 ...
I.'And you brought him home.' 'I did, ay Ronald, it rested with me.''Love!' 'Yes.' 'I would fain you were not ...
Marvels of sleep, grown cold! Who hath not longed to foldWith pitying ruth, forgetful of their bliss, Those cherub forms that lie, With ...
I.Laura, my Laura! 'Yes, mother!' 'I want you, Laura; come down.''What is it, mother—what, dearest? O your loved face how ...
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 ...
"Let us now go even unto Bethlehem."O Night of nights! O night Desired of man so long!The ancient heavens fled forth ...
Uplifted and lone, set apart with our love On the crest of a soft swelling downCloud shadows that meet on the ...
"The time of the singing of birds is come." Thick orchards, all in white, Stand 'neath blue voids of light,And birds among ...
“Old man, upon the green hillside, With yellow flowers besprinkled o’er,How long in silence wilt thou bide At this low stone door?“I ...
Mountains of sorrow, I have heard your moans, And the moving of your pines; but we sit high On your green shoulders, ...
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