Jean Ingelow
Jean Ingelow
Jean Ingelow, was an English poet and novelist...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth17 March 1820
god hidden wrong
You Moon! Have you done something wrong in heaven, / That God has hidden your face?
heart thinking cheerful
I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful heart, the work that God appoints.
pain heart years
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
summer spring long
I wish, and I wish that the spring would go faster, Nor long summer bide so late; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster, For some things are ill to wait.
rain heaven despair
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.
feet rose wealth
And the guelder rose In a great stillness dropped, and ever dropped, Her wealth about her feet.
tired sleep healing
O sleep! O sleep! Do not forget me. Sometimes come and sweep, Now I have nothing left, thy healing hand Over the lids that crave thy visits bland, Thou kind, thou comforting one. For I have seen his face, as I desired, And all my story is done. O, I am tired.
peace past soul
Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.
greatness reign aspire
Reign, and keep life in this our deep desireOur only greatness is that we aspire.
flower wine moon
Such a slender moon, going up and up, Waxing so fast from night to night, And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright, Fated, methought, to round as to a golden cup, And hold to my two lips life's best of wine.
flower good-day light
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.
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.