Jean Ingelow Quotes

O Fateful Flower Beside The Rill- The Daffodil, The Daffodil!

And The Guelder Rose In A Great Stillness Dropped, And Ever Dropped, Her Wealth About Her Feet.

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.

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.

The Red Sahara In An Angry Glow, / With Amber Fogs, Across Its Hollows Trailed / Long Strings Of Camels, Gloomy-eyed And Slow.

People Newly Emerged From Obscurity Generally Launch Out Into Indiscriminate Display.

And Bitter Waxed The Fray; Brother With Brother Spake No Word When They Met In The Way.

You Moon, Have You Done Something Wrong In Heaven / That God Has Hidden Your Face?

For Hearts Where Wakened Love Doth Lurk, How Fine, How Blest A Thing Is Work! For Work Does Good When Reasons Fail.

Reign, And Keep Life In This Our Deep Desireour Only Greatness Is That We Aspire.

And Old Affront Will Stir The Heart Through Years Of Rankling Pain.

There's No Dew Left On The Daisies And Clover; There's No Rain Left In Heaven.