And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
Jean IngelowYouth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
Jean IngelowYet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.
Jean IngelowI 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 IngelowThe red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.
Jean IngelowHow gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
Jean Ingelow