Quotes by Jean Ingelow

“The moon looks upon many night flowers the night flowers see but one moon. ”

“Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.”

“Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.”

“A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.”

“When sparrows build and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries.”

“I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.”

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

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

“The moon looks upon many night flowers the night flowers see but one moon.”

“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.”

“But two are walking apart forever And wave their hands for a mute farewell.”

“Let me be only sure; for sooth to tellThe sorest dole is doubt.”

“Is there never a chink in the world aboveWhere they listen for words from below?”

“The while He sits whose name is Love, And waits, as Noah did, for the dove, To wit if she would fly to him.He waits for us, while, houseless things, We beat about with bruised wings On the dark flo...”

“And sweeter woman ne'er drew breathThan my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.”

“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.”

“To bear, to nurse, to rear,To watch and then to lose:To see my bright ones disappear,Drawn up like morning dews.”

“Man is the miracle in nature. GodIs the One Miracle to man. Behold,There is a God, thou sayest. Thou sayest well:In that thou sayest all. To Be is moreOf wonderful, than being, to have wrought,Or r...”

“Learn that to love is the one way to know,Or God or man: it is not love receivedThat maketh man to know the inner lifeOf them that love him; his own love bestowedShall do it.”

“When our thoughts are born,Though they be good and humble, one should mindHow they are reared, or some will go astrayAnd shame their mother.”