Jean Ingelow Poems
- A Dead Year I took a year out of my life and story— A dead ...
- An Ancient Chess Set Haply some Rajah first in ages ...
- Scholar And Carpenter While ripening corn grew thick and ...
- A Mother Showing The Portrait ...
- Persephone Subject given—'Light and Shade.' She stepped ...
- A Wedding Song Come up the broad river, the Thames, my ...
- Brothers, And A Sermon It was a village built in a green ...
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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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;'
Cased in cedar, and shut in a sacred gloom;
Swathed in linen, and precious unguents old;
Fainted with cinnabar, and rich with gold.
'Silent they rest, in solemn salvatory,
Sealed from the moth and the owl and the
Each with his name on his brow.
'All the kings of the nations lie in glory,
Every one in his own house:'
Then why not thou?
'Year,' I said, 'thou shalt not lack
Bribes to bar ...