Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume I.

Then did the trappers have them; and they heard Nightly the whistling calls of forest-men That mocked the forest wonners; and they saw Over the open, raging up like doom, The da...

We shall walk no more through the sodden plain With the faded bents o'erspread, We shall stand no more by the seething main While the dark wrack drives overhead; We shall part n...

Lo! or ever I was 'ware, In the silence of the air, Through my heart's wide-open door, Music floated forth once more, Floated to the world's dark rim, And looked over with a hym...

"But hear me yet. There was a poor old man Who sat and listened to the raging sea, And heard it thunder, lunging at the cliffs As like to tear them down. He lay at night; And 'L...

"The darkness gathered, and methought she spread, Wrapped in a reddish haze that waxed and waned; But notwithstanding to myself I said-- 'The stars are changeless; sure some mot...

Then when the violet opened, she rose up And walked: the tender leaf and tender light Did solace her; but she was white and wan, The shadow of that Muriel, in the wood Who liste...

And she wandered on, Thinking, until she reached a place of palms, And all the earth was sandy where she walked,-- Sandy and dry,--strewed with papyrus leaves, Old idols, rings...

And now I would set reason in array, Methought, and fight for freedom manfully, Till by long absence there would come a day When this my love would not be pain to me; But if I k...

And canst thou of the Maker think in sooth That of the Made He shall be found at fault, And dream of wresting from Him hidden truth By force or by assault?

_M_. No: e'en my solitude is not mine now, And if I be alone is ofttimes doubt. Alas! far more than eyesight have I lost; For manly courage drifteth after it-- E'en as a splinte...

I woke in the night, and the darkness was heavy and deep: I had known it was dark in my sleep, And I rose and looked out, And the fathomless vault was all sparkling, set thick r...

And so we lay from ebb-tide, till the flow Rose high enough to drive us from the reef; The fisher lads went home across the sand; We climbed the cliff, and sat an hour or more,...

"Year," I said, "thou shalt not lack Bribes to bar thy coming back; Doth old Egypt wear her best In the chambers of her rest? Doth she take to her last bed Beaten gold, and glor...

DIVIDED HONORS.--PART I. HONORS.--PART II. REQUIESCAT IN PACE SUPPER AT THE MILL SCHOLAR AND CARPENTER THE STAR'S MONUMENT A DEAD YEAR REFLECTIONS THE LETTER L THE HIGH TIDE ON...

"The boy," saith he, "hath got his own, But sore has been the fight, For ere his life began the strife That ceased but yesternight; For the will," he said, "the kinsfolk read, A...

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 Bos...

"Martin, I wonder who makes all the songs." "You do, sir?" "Yes, I wonder how they come." "Well, boy, I wonder what you'll wonder next!" "But somebody must make them?" "Sure eno...

When I had shut the book, I said, "Now, as for me, my dreams upon my bed Are not like Jacob's dream; Yet I have got it in my life; yes, I, And many more: it doth not us beseem,...