Jean Ingelow

Against her ankles as she trod
The lucky buttercups did nod.

Against her ankles as she trod
The lucky buttercups did nod.

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more

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.

I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.

I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.

A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.

A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.

And bitter waxed the fray;
Brother with brother spake no word
When they met in the way.

And bitter waxed the fray;
Brother with brother spake no word
When they met in the way.