Jean Ingelow Quotes
Jean Ingelow shares gentle musings on happiness, life, and family that comfort the wandering heart.
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Reign, and keep life in this our deep desire Our only greatness is that we aspire.
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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.
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But two are walking apart forever And wave their hands for a mute farewell.
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A sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.
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Man dwells apart, though not alone, He walks among his peers unread; The best of thoughts which he hath known For lack of listeners are not said.
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How short our happy days appear! How long the sorrowful!
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To bear, to nurse, to rear, To watch and then to lose, To see my bright ones disappear, Drawn up like morning dews.
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Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man. Behold, "There is a God," thou sayest. Thou sayest well: In that thou sayest all. To Be is more Of wonderful, than being, to have wrought, Or reigned, or rested.
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What change has made the pastures sweet And reached the daisies at my feet, And cloud that wears a golden hem? This lovely world, the hills, the sward-- They all look fresh, as if our Lord But yesterday had finished them.
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And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
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There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.
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I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful heart, the work that God appoints.
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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.
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And the guelder rose In a great stillness dropped, and ever dropped, Her wealth about her feet.
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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 of human life.
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O woman! thou wert fashioned to beguile: So have all sages said, all poets sung.
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I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music within and a song, And echoes did feed on the sweetness, repeating it long. I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music that played itself out in aeolian notes: Then was heard, as a far-away bell at long intervals tolled.
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People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
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When our thoughts are born, Though they be good and humble, one should mind How they are reared, or some will go astray And shame their mother.
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You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
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There is but halting for the wearied foot; The better way is hidden. Faith hath failed; One stronger far than reason mastered her. It is not reason makes faith hard, but life.