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 Work & Career (25 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 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
A Dead Year (Jean Ingelow Poems)
I took a year out of my life and story-- A dead year, and said, "I will hew thee a tomb! 'All ...
A Story Of Doom: Book IX. (Jean Ingelow Poems)
The prayer of Noah. The man went forth by nightAnd listened; and the earth was dark and still,And he was ...
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 ...
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 ...
Reflections (Jean Ingelow Poems)
'LOOKING OVER A GATE AT A POOL IN A FIELD'What change has made the pastures sweetAnd reached the daisies at ...
Compensation (Jean Ingelow Poems)
One launched a ship, but she was wrecked at sea; He built a bridge, but floods have borne it down;He meant ...
Fancy (Jean Ingelow Poems)
O fancy, if thou flyest, come back anon, Thy fluttering wings are soft as love's first word, And fragrant as the feathers ...