Famous Jean Ingelow Quotes

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

Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.
-- Jean Ingelow

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

And O the buttercups! that field O' the cloth of gold, when pennons swam-- Where France set up his lilied shield, His oriflamb, And Henry's lion-standard rolled: What was it to their matchless sheen, Their million million drops of gold Among the green!
-- Jean Ingelow

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

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

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

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

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

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

The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three; "Pull, if ye never pulled before; Good ringers, pull your best," quoth he. "Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells! Ply all your changes, all your swells, Play uppe The Brides of Enderby."
-- Jean Ingelow

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