How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven’s pale candles stored.
About Jean Ingelow
Jean Ingelowwas an English poet and novelist, who gained sudden fame in 1863. She also wrote several stories for children.
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I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
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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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Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.
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A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
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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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Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
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And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain.
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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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When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.
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The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.
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It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
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