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Quotes by Jean Ingelow
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three; "Pull, if ye never pulled before; Good ringers, pull your best," quoth he. "Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells! Ply all your changes, all your swells, Play uppe The Brides of Enderby."— filed under Bells
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.— filed under Birthday
Children, ay, forsooth, They bring their own love with them when they come, But if they come not there is peace and rest; The pretty lambs! and yet she cries for more: Why, the world's full of them, and so is heaven- They are not rare. S.— filed under Childhood
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way. C.— filed under Dissension
Peace. An old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.— filed under Dissension
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.— filed under Evening
Quarrie of Pearls. Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers, would drift away.— filed under Face
Pope's trans. Under the shadow of a leafy bough That leaned toward a singing rivulet, One pure white stone, whereon, like crown on brow, The image of the vanished star was set; And this was graven on the pure white stone In golden letters - "WHILE SHE LIVED SHE SHONE."— filed under Fame
At the roots Of peony bushes lay in rose-red heaps, Or snowy, fallen bloom.— filed under Flirting
Wedlock. I have brought a budding world, Of orchis spires and daisies rank, And ferny plumes but half uncurled, From yonder bank.— filed under Flirting
Harem. Bean. Faba. I know the scent of bean-fields.— filed under Flowers-Azalea
Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.— filed under Flowers-Azalea
And O the buttercups! that field O' the cloth of gold, where pennons swam- Where France set up his lilied shield, His oriflamb, And Henry's lion-standard rolled : What was it to their matchless sheen, Their million million drops of gold Among the green!— filed under Flowers-Azalea
Cassia. Cassia. While cassias blossom in the zone of calms.— filed under Flowers-Camomile
O columbine, open your folded wrapper, Where two twin turtle-doves dwell! O cuckoopint, toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear green bell!— filed under Flowers-Clover
I sometimes wonder how I can be glad, Even in cowslip time when hedges sprout.— filed under Flowers-Clover
Daffadill. "O fateful flower beside the rill- The daffodil, the daffodil!"— filed under Flowers-Daffodil
Flag. Iris. The yellow flags *** would stand Up to their chins in water.— filed under Flowers-Forget-Me-Not
And rose with aspect almost calm, And filled her hand With cherry-bloom, and moved away To gather wild forget-me-not.— filed under Flowers-Forget-Me-Not
Foxglove. Digitalis. An empty sky, a world of heather, Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom; We two among them wading together, Shaking out honey, treading perfume.— filed under Flowers-Forget-Me-Not
But I have seen The gay gorse bushes in their flowering time.— filed under Flowers-Gorse
Hollyhock. Althea Rosea. And Queen hollyhocks, With butterflies for crowns.— filed under Flowers-Honeysuckle
Flowers. Lilies. And round about them grows a fringe of reeds, And then a floating crown of lily-flowers.— filed under Flowers-Lily
Pope's trans. Stone lotus cups, with petals dipped in sand.— filed under Flowers-Lotus
Purple orchis lasteth long,— filed under Flowers-Pansy
Flowers. Roses. And the guelder rose In a great stillness dropped, and ever dropped, Her wealth about her feet.— filed under Flowers-Rose
Safflower. Carthamus. And the saffron flower Clear as a flame of sacrifice breaks out.— filed under Flowers-Safflower
I wish, and I wish that the spring would go faster, Nor long summer bide so late; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster, For some things are ill to wait.— filed under Impatience
Pope's trans. 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.— filed under Life
Pope's trans. 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.— filed under Bright Of Disraeli
Lord upon the Water Made Wine. 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.— filed under Miracle
Yellow leaves, how fast they flutter-woodland hollows thickly strewing, Where the wan October sunbeams scantly in the mid-day win, While the dim gray clouds are drifting, and in saddened hues imbuing All without and all within!— filed under Months-October
When the rose of thine own being Shall reveal its central fold, Thou shalt look within and marvel, Fearing what thine eyes behold; What it shows and what it teaches Are not things wherewith to part; Thorny rose! that always costeth Beatings at the heart.— filed under Motherhood
The prayer of Noah, He cried out in the darkness, Hear, O God, Hear HIM: hear this one; through the gates of death, If life be all past praying for, O give To Thy great multitude a way to peace; Give them to HIM.— filed under Xii
Quoth the Ocean, "Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land."— filed under Ocean
How short our happy days appear! How long the sorrowful!— filed under Time
Seed. Lilac. Syringa Vulgaris. The lilac spread Odorous essence.— filed under Trees And Plants-Chestnut
Sts. 1 and 3. Sycamore. Acer Pseudo-Platanus. Yon night moths that hover where honey brims over From sycamore blossoms.— filed under Trees And Plants-Pine
'WOMAN. O woman! thou wert fashioned to beguile : So have all sages said, all poets sung.— filed under Woman
Pope's trans. Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, Like marigolds, toward the sunny side.— filed under Youth