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… — Jean Ingelow Copy Share Image
Quoth the Ocean, "Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land. — Jean Ingelow Copy Share Image
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man. Behold, "There is a God," thou sayest. Thou sayest well: In… — Jean Ingelow Copy Share
What change has made the pastures sweet And reached the daisies at my feet, And cloud that wears a golden hem? This lovely world,… — Jean Ingelow Copy Share
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven. — Jean Ingelow Copy Share
I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful… — Jean Ingelow Copy Share
Work is its own best earthly meed, Else have we none more than the sea-born throng Who wrought those marvellous isles that bloom afar. — Jean Ingelow Copy Share
And the guelder rose In a great stillness dropped, and ever dropped, Her wealth about her feet. — Jean Ingelow Copy Share
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… — Jean Ingelow Copy Share
I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered — Jean Ingelow Copy Share
O woman! thou wert fashioned to beguile: So have all sages said, all poets sung. — Jean Ingelow Copy Share
I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music within and a song, And echoes did feed on the sweetness, repeating… — Jean Ingelow Copy Share
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display. — Jean Ingelow Copy Share
When our thoughts are born, Though they be good and humble, one should mind How they are reared, or some will go astray And… — Jean Ingelow Copy Share
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? — Jean Ingelow Copy Share
There is but halting for the wearied foot; The better way is hidden. Faith hath failed; One stronger far than reason mastered her. It… — Jean Ingelow Copy Share
