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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.

Jean Ingelow

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Jean Ingelow
Age: 77 †
Born: 1820
Born: March 17
Died: 1897
Died: July 20
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Boston
England
Orris
Make
Cheerful
Think
Bound
Thinking
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World
Discover
Glad
Right
Heart
Work
Appoints

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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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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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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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Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
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I am athirst for God, the living God.
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O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil!
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What is thy thought? There is no miracle? There is a great one, which thou hast not read, And never shalt escape. Thyself, O man, Thou art the miracle. Ay, thou thyself, Being in the world and of the world, thyself, Hast breathed in breath from Him that made the world. Thou art thy Father's copy of Himself,-- Thou art thy Father's miracle.
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Reign, and keep life in this our deep desireOur only greatness is that we aspire.
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O woman! thou wert fashioned to beguile: So have all sages said, all poets sung.
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I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music within and a song, And echoes did feed on the sweetness, repeating it long. I opened the doors of my heart. And behold, There was music that played itself out in aeolian notes: Then was heard, as a far-away bell at long intervals tolled.
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You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?
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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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People newly emerged from obscurity generally launch out into indiscriminate display.
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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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I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.
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I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
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When I remember something which I had, But which is gone, and I must do without, I sometimes wonder how I can be glad, Even in cowslip time when hedges sprout It makes me sigh to think on it,--but yet My days will not be better days, should I forget.
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What change has made the pastures sweet And reached the daisies at my feet, And cloud that wears a golden hem? This lovely world, the hills, the sward-- They all look fresh, as if our Lord But yesterday had finished them.
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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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It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.
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