55 Quotes by Jean Ingelow

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.

The moon is bleached as white as wool, And just dropping under; Every star is gone but three, And they hang far asunder,-- There's a sea-ghost all in gray, A tall shape of wonder!

For hearts where wakened love doth lurk, How fine, how blest a thing is work! For work does good when reasons fail.

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

Work is its own best earthly meed, Else have we none more than the sea-born throng Who wrought those marvellous isles that bloom afar.

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

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

we wish for more in life rather than more of it.

Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.