Jean Ingelow was an English poet and novelist.
Early Life and Education
Born at Boston, Lincolnshire, she was the daughter of William Ingelow, a banker. As a girl she contributed verses and tales to magazines under the pseudonym of Orris, but her first (anonymous) volume, A Rhyming Chronicle of Incidents and Feelings, did not appear until her thirtieth year. This was called charming by Tennyson, who declared he should like to know the author; they later became friends.
Jean Ingelow followed this book of verse in 1851 with a story, Allerton and Dreux, but it was the publication of her Poems in 1863 which suddenly made her a popular writer. ... more »
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Jean Ingelow Poems
An Ancient Chess Set
Haply some Rajah first in ages gone Amid his languid ladies finger'd thee, While a black nightingale, sun-swart as he, Sang his one wife, love's passionate orison:
Brothers, And A Sermon
It was a village built in a green rent, Between two cliffs that skirt the dangerous bay.
Subject given—'Light and Shade.' She stepped upon Sicilian grass, Demeter's daughter fresh and fair,
A Dead Year
I took a year out of my life and story— A dead year, and said, 'I will hew thee a tomb! 'All the kings of the nations lie in glory;'
Song of the Old Love
When sparrows build, and the leaves break forth, My old sorrow wakes and cries, For I know there is dawn in the far, far north,
The High Tide On The Coast Of Lincolnshi...
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower, The ringers ran by two, by three; 'Pull, if ye never pulled before;
A Cottage In A Chine
We reached the place by night, And heard the waves breaking: They came to meet us with candles alight To show the path we were taking.
A Winter Song
Came the dread Archer up yonder lawn — Night is the time for the old to die — But woe for an arrow that smote the fawn, When the hind that was sick unscathed went by.
Scholar And Carpenter
While ripening corn grew thick and deep, And here and there men stood to reap, One morn I put my heart to sleep,
A Story Of Doom: Book III.
Above the head of great Methuselah There lay two demons in the opened roof Invisible, and gathered up his words; For when the Elder prophesied, it came
I An empty sky, a world of heather, Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom; We two among them wading together,
One Morning, Oh! So Early
One morning, oh! so early, my beloved, my beloved, All the birds were singing blithely, as if never they would cease;
A Sea Song
Old Albion sat on a crag of late, And sung out—'Ahoy! ahoy! Long life to the captain, good luck to the mate, And this to my sailor boy
A Wedding Song
Come up the broad river, the Thames, my Dane, My Dane with the beautiful eyes! Thousands and thousands await thee full fain, And talk of the wind and the skies.
Comments about Jean Ingelow
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
An Ancient Chess Set
Haply some Rajah first in ages gone
Amid his languid ladies finger'd thee,
While a black nightingale, sun-swart as he,
Sang his one wife, love's passionate orison:
Haply thou mayst have pleased old Prester John
Among his pastures, when full royally
He sat in tent--grave shepherds at his knee--
While lamps of balsam winked and glimmered on.
What dost thou here? Thy masters are all dead.
My heart is full of ruth and yearning pain
At sight of thee, O king that hast a crown
Outlasting theirs, and tells of greatness fled
Through cloud-hung nights of unabated ...