Poems by Jean Ingelow
Afternoon At A Parsonage
... J. You ask not as men ask Who care for an opinion, else perhaps, Although I am not sure— ...
Loss And Waste
... The deep sea-floor lies strewn with Spanish wrecks, ...
Looking Down
... Might here come forth to us with bread and wine ...
A Song In Three Parts
... I. The white broom flatt'ring her flowers in calm June weather, ...
A Story Of Doom: Book IX.
... O, lost, Lost world!" And while he prayed, the daylight dawned ...
Thou wert far off, and in the sight of heaven
... Dead. And thy Father would not this should be ...
A Story Of Doom: Book VII.
... " With that They answered, "No, thou dost not think it, no!" ...
The Australian Bell-Bird
... ' 'What straight-hung leaves, what rays that twinkle and dart, ...
Laurance - [Part 2]
... "have done; Your still, tame words are worse than hate or scorn ...
Compensation
... And fanned of great-leaved palms slip to the shore, ...
A Parson's Letter To A Young Poet
... By His hands Were the worlds made and filled with diverse growths ...
A Sea Song
... One of these might be wanting a Prince as well, ...
A Story Of Doom: Book VIII.
... '" With that She turned herself, and she made haste to flee, ...
Gladys And Her Island
... d lie, Tumbled among the ribs of queens and kings, And all the gear they took to bed with them!&emsp ...
Songs with Preludes: Friendship
... At home. Who saw his wife might well have thought,— ...
