Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side. — Jean Ingelow Hope Copy Share Image
The moon is bleached as white as wool, And just dropping under; Every star is gone but three, And they hang far… — Jean Ingelow Dropping Copy Share Image
I wish, and I wish that the spring would go faster, Nor long summer bide so late; And I could grow on… — Jean Ingelow Asters 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… — Jean Ingelow Bland Copy Share Image
For hearts where wakened love doth lurk, How fine, how blest a thing is work! For work does good when reasons fail. — Jean Ingelow Doe Copy Share Image
Such a slender moon, going up and up, Waxing so fast from night to night, And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright,… — Jean Ingelow Bud 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,… — Jean Ingelow Bees Copy Share Image
The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow. — Jean Ingelow Amber Copy Share Image
What is thy thought? There is no miracle? There is a great one, which thou hast not read, And never shalt escape.… — Jean Ingelow Art Copy Share Image
O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep; Thou bearest angels to us in the night, Saints out of heaven with palms.… — Jean Ingelow Angel Copy Share Image
Reign, and keep life in this our deep desireOur only greatness is that we aspire. — Jean Ingelow Aspire Copy Share Image
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored. — Jean Ingelow Candle Copy Share Image
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. — Jean Ingelow Break Copy Share Image
O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil! — Jean Ingelow Daffodil Copy Share Image
When I remember something which I had, But which is gone, and I must do without, I sometimes wonder how I can… — Jean Ingelow Better day Copy Share Image
I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered. — Jean Ingelow God Copy Share Image
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the… — Jean Ingelow All things Copy Share Image
