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Jean Ingelow
Jean Ingelow (1820–1897) was a British poet, novelist, and children's writer, known for her lyrical poetry and imaginative storytelling. Her most famous poetry collection, "Poems," published in 1863, was widely praised and went through numerous editions, solidifying her reputation in Victorian literature. Ingelow also wrote popular novels such as "Off the Skelligs" (1872) and "Fated to Be Free" (1875), blending romance, domestic themes, and social observation. Besides her literary work, she was known for her philanthropic efforts and remained a well-loved figure in both literary and religious circles.
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CHAPTER I. A WATCHER OF LILIES. "Unto whom all hearts be open, all desires known, and from whom no secrets are hid."—Collect, English Communion Service. In one of the south-western counties of England, some years ago, and in a deep, well-wooded valley where men made perry and cider, wandered little and read less, there was a hamlet with neither farm nor cottage in it, that had not stood two...
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ROSAMUND. His blew His winds, and they were scattered. 'One soweth and another reapeth.' Ay,Too true, too true. One soweth—unawareCometh a reaper stealthily while he dreams—Bindeth the golden sheaf, and in his bosomAs 't were between the dewfall and the dawnBears it away. Who other was to blame?Is it I? Is it...
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CHAPTER I. ABOVE THE CLOUDS. “And can this be my own world? ’Tis all gold and snow, Save where scarlet waves are hurled Down yon gulf below.” “’Tis thy world, ’tis my world, City, mead, and shore, For he that hath his own world Hath many worlds more.” A boy, whom I knew very well, was once going through a meadow, which was full of buttercups. The nurse and his baby sister were with him;...
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DIVIDED. I. An empty sky, a world of heather, Purple of foxglove, yellow of broom;We two among them wading together, Shaking out honey, treading perfume. Crowds of bees are giddy with clover, Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet,Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet. Flusheth the rise with her purple favor, Gloweth the cleft with her golden...
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