Jean Ingelow Quotes

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And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.

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Reign, and keep life in this our deep desire
Our only greatness is that we aspire.

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Of the white bears, all in a dim blue world
Mumbling their meals by twilight...

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How short our happy days appear!
How long the sorrowful!

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From henceforth thou shalt learn that there is love
To long for, pureness to desire, a mount
Of consecration it were good to scale.

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The red Sahara in an angry glow,
With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed
Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow...

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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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And delving in the outworks of this world, And little crevices that it [early science] could reach, Discovered certain bones laid up, and furled Under an ancient beach...

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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.

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It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God.

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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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How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.

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Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn,
Like marigolds, toward the sunny side.

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You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven
That God has hidden your face?

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Man is the miracle in nature and nature is natural. 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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But two are walking apart forever
And wave their hands for a mute farewell.

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Fair world! these puzzled souls of ours grow weak With beating their bruised wings against the rim That bounds their utmost flying, when they seek The distant and the dim. Contentment comes not therefrom; still there lies An outer distance when the first is hailed; And still forever yawns before our eyes An utmost - that is veiled.

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Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.

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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.

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