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Jean Ingelow Biography

Jean Ingelow (17 March 1820 – 20 July 1897) was an English poet and novelist. She also wrote several stories for children.

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I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.

Dead, Depression, Die, Suicide, Want

A birthday:-and now a day that rose With much of hope, with meaning rife- A thoughtful day from dawn to close: The middle day of human life.

Birthday, Dawn, Rose, Thoughtful

O woman! thou wert fashioned to beguile: So have all sages said, all poets sung.

Poet, Poets, Sage, Sung, Wert, Women

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

Done, God, Heaven, Hidden, Moon, Wrong

There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.

Daisies, Despair, Dew, Heaven, Left, Rain

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.

Failed, Feet, Life, Mastered, Stronger, Way

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

Comely, Fashion, Grace, Happiness, Happy, Say

People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.

Display, Indiscriminate, Newly, Obscurity, People

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.

Drift, Face, Flower, Good Day, Light, Thoughts

What is thy thought? There is no miracle? There is a great one, which thou hast not read, And never shalt escape. Thyself, O man, Thou art the miracle. Ay, thou thyself, Being in the world and of the world, thyself, Hast breathed in breath from Him that made the world. Thou art thy Father's copy of Himself,-- Thou art thy Father's miracle.

Art, Breathed, Copy, Father, Men, Shalt

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

Amber, Camels, Fog, Glow, Long, Strings

Children bring their own love with them when they come.

Bring, Children, Come, Headstone, Love

O sleep! O sleep! Do not forget me. Sometimes come and sweep, Now I have nothing left, thy healing hand Over the lids that crave thy visits bland, Thou kind, thou comforting one. For I have seen his face, as I desired, And all my story is done. O, I am tired.

Come, Healing, Kind, Sleep, Tired

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

Flower, Flowers, Moon, Night, See

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

Appear, Happy, Happy Day, Long, Sorrowful, Time

I have lived life long enough to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered

Answered, God, Life, Long, Prayer, Thank God

I wish, and I wish that the spring would go faster, Nor long summer bide so late; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster, For some things are ill to wait.

Aster, Grow, Long, Spring, Summer, Wait

I am athirst for God, the living God.

Athirst, God, Living

When our thoughts are born, Though they be good and humble, one should mind How they are reared, or some will go astray And shame their mother.

Good, Humble, Mind, Mother, Reared, Shame

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

High, Primrose, Rocks, Sky, Stars, Yon

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