Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man. Behold, "There is a God," thou sayest. Thou sayest… — Jean Ingelow God 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… — Jean Ingelow Change Copy Share Image
And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain. — Jean Ingelow Affront Copy Share Image
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven. — Jean Ingelow Clovers 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,… — Jean Ingelow Bounds 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… — Jean Ingelow Afar Copy Share Image
And the guelder rose In a great stillness dropped, and ever dropped, Her wealth about her feet. — Jean Ingelow Feet 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… — Jean Ingelow Birthday Copy Share Image
I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered — Jean Ingelow Enough Copy Share Image
O woman! thou wert fashioned to beguile: So have all sages said, all poets sung. — Jean Ingelow Poet 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… — Jean Ingelow Bells Copy Share Image
People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display. — Jean Ingelow Display Copy Share Image
When our thoughts are born, Though they be good and humble, one should mind How they are reared, or some will go… — Jean Ingelow Be good Copy Share Image
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? — Jean Ingelow Done Copy Share Image
There is but halting for the wearied foot; The better way is hidden. Faith hath failed; One stronger far than reason mastered… — Jean Ingelow Better way Copy Share Image
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way. — Jean Ingelow Bitter Copy Share Image
It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God. — Jean Ingelow Fashion Copy Share Image
Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes. — Jean Ingelow Calm Copy Share Image
A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life. — Jean Ingelow Beauty 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… — Jean Ingelow Bland Copy Share Image
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. — Jean Ingelow Flower Copy Share Image
From henceforth thou shalt learn that there is love To long for, pureness to desire, a mount Of consecration it were good… — Jean Ingelow Consecration Copy Share Image
