I don't want to die. But I want to be dead. Jean Ingelow More Quotes by Jean Ingelow More Quotes From Jean Ingelow 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. Jean Ingelow lovelyoceanland It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God. Jean Ingelow fashionhappyhappiness From henceforth thou shalt learn that there is love Jean Ingelow desirelifelong A birthday:-and now a day that rose Jean Ingelow thoughtfulrosebirthday And old affront will stir the heart Through years of rankling pain. Jean Ingelow painheartyears O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil! Jean Ingelow daffodilflower 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. Jean Ingelow wineflowermoon I opened the doors of my heart. Jean Ingelow heartsonghappiness Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes. Jean Ingelow soulpeacepast You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? Jean Ingelow donemoonheaven 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. Jean Ingelow good-daylightflower When I remember something which I had, Jean Ingelow remember-somethingregretthinking Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man. Behold, "There is a God," thou sayest. Thou sayest well: In that thou sayest all. To Be is more Of wonderful, than being, to have wrought, Or reigned, or rested. Jean Ingelow miraclewonderfulmen And the guelder rose Jean Ingelow wealthfeetrose When our thoughts are born, Jean Ingelow humblemothermind Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Jean Ingelow feetbeessweet O sleep! O sleep! Jean Ingelow tiredhealingsleep O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep; Jean Ingelow angelsleepchildren The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow. Jean Ingelow fogredlong Work is its own best earthly meed, Jean Ingelow afarseawork
