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Born in March 17, 1820 / Died in July 20, 1897 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Jean Ingelow

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Grand Is The Leisure Of The Earth

...   ‘He waits for us, while, houseless things, ...

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A Wedding Song

... ” So I kissed her and brought her, my Dane, my Dane, ...

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The Letter L

... ­ “The daylight comes, the dark is o’ ...

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Songs of the Night Watches (complete)

... “My granny nods before her wheel, and drops her reel, and drops her reel ...

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Songs of the Voices of Birds: A Poet in his Youth, and the Cuckoo-Bird

... “’Tis the voice of my regret,— ...

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A Mother Showing The Portrait Of Her Child

...   Round whose bournes such great hills swell ...

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Thick Orchards, All in White

... Thou with whom bides for ever life, and love, and noon ...

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Songs of the Voices of Birds: The Nightingale Heard by the Unsatisfied Heart

... And sing our loftiest dream that we thought none did know ...

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The Four Bridges

... ­ That name, so many a year heard only from mine own!” ...

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Like A Laverock In The Lift

... For we two have gotten leave, and once more we'll try ...

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Strife and Peace

... “Come wealth, come want to thee, dear heart, ...

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Laurance - [Part 1]

... ue tideless main, Warmed them and calmed the aching at their hearts, And all went better for a while ...

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The Maid-Martyr

... Like a ship Cast from her moorings, drifting from her port, ...

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Echo And The Ferry

... And the mouth that had mocked, but we might not (yet sure she was there!), ...

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Sweet are His ways who rules above

...  And climb the branch, He lifts his face ...