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Jean Ingelow

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    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.

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

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    And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.

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    And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.

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    And the guelder rose In a great stillness dropped, and ever dropped, Her wealth about her feet.

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    Children bring their own love with them when they come.

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    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.

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    From henceforth thou shalt learn that there is love To long for, pureness to desire, a mount Of consecration it were good to scale.

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    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.

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

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

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    I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful heart, the work that God appoints.

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

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

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

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    I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music within and a song, And echoes did feed on the sweetness, repeating it long. I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music that played itself out in aeolian notes: Then was heard, as a far-away bell at long intervals tolled.

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

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    It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.

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    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.

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    O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!

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    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.

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    O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep; Thou bearest angels to us in the night, Saints out of heaven with palms. Seen by thy light Sorrow is some old tale that goeth not deep; Love is a pouting child.

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

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

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    Quoth the Ocean, "Dawn! O fairest, clearest, Touch me with thy golden fingers bland; For I have no smile till thou appearest For the lovely land.

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    Reign, and keep life in this our deep desireOur only greatness is that we aspire.

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    Such a slender moon, going up and up, Waxing so fast from night to night, And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright, Fated, methought, to round as to a golden cup, And hold to my two lips life's best of wine.

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    Tears are the showers that fertilize this world.

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    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!

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

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

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    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.

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

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    What change has made the pastures sweet And reached the daisies at my feet, And cloud that wears a golden hem? This lovely world, the hills, the sward-- They all look fresh, as if our Lord But yesterday had finished them.

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    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.

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    When I remember something which I had, But which is gone, and I must do without, I sometimes wonder how I can be glad, Even in cowslip time when hedges sprout; It makes me sigh to think on it,--but yet My days will not be better days, should I forget.

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    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.

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

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    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.

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

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

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    Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.