Jean Ingelow
Jean Ingelow
Jean Ingelow, was an English poet and novelist...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth17 March 1820
time long happy-day
How short our happy days appear! How long the sorrowful!
stars sky rocks
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
flower moon night
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
teenage sides youth
Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
birthday thoughtful rose
A birthday:-and now a day that rose With much of hope, with meaning rife- A thoughtful day from dawn to close: The middle day of human life.
brother way bitter
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
hard-life reason hard
It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
flower daffodil
O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
moon heaven faces
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
fog long desert
The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow ...
work heart doe
For hearts where wakened love doth lurk, How fine, how blest a thing is work! For work does good when reasons fail.
stars twilight moon
The moon is bleached as white as wool, And just dropping under; Every star is gone but three, And they hang far asunder,-- There's a sea-ghost all in gray, A tall shape of wonder!
women sage poet
O woman! thou wert fashioned to beguile: So have all sages said, all poets sung.
english-poet
Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.