When I remember something which I had, But which is gone, and I must do without, I sometimes wonder how I can be glad, Even in cowslip time when hedges sprout; It makes me sigh to think on it,--but yet… — Jean Ingelow Copy Share Image
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
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
