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It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
Jean Ingelow
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Jean Ingelow
Age: 77 †
Born: 1820
Born: March 17
Died: 1897
Died: July 20
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Boston
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You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
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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.
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we wish for more in life rather than more of it.
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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.
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From henceforth thou shalt learn that there is love To long for, pureness to desire, a mount Of consecration it were good to scale.
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I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
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Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
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I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful heart, the work that God appoints.
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O sleep! O sleep! Do not forget me. Sometimes come and sweep, Now I have nothing left, thy healing hand Over the lids that crave thy visits bland, Thou kind, thou comforting one. For I have seen his face, as I desired, And all my story is done. O, I am tired.
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A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
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I am athirst for God, the living God.
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There is but halting for the wearied foot The better way is hidden. Faith hath failed One stronger far than reason mastered her. It is not reason makes faith hard, but life.
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O woman! thou wert fashioned to beguile: So have all sages said, all poets sung.
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When our thoughts are born, Though they be good and humble, one should mind How they are reared, or some will go astray And shame their mother.
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I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.
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There's no dew left on the daisies and clover there's no rain left in heaven.
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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.
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The moon is bleached as white as wool, And just dropping under Every star is gone but three, And they hang far asunder,-- There's a sea-ghost all in gray, A tall shape of wonder!
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O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
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Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
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