There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven. — Jean Ingelow Copy Share Image
Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet. — 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 Image
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 Image
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven. — Jean Ingelow Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
And the guelder rose In a great stillness dropped, and ever dropped, Her wealth about her feet. — Jean Ingelow Copy Share Image
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 Image
I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered — Jean Ingelow Copy Share Image
O woman! thou wert fashioned to beguile: So have all sages said, all poets sung. — Jean Ingelow Copy Share Image
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 Image
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display. — Jean Ingelow Copy Share Image
