Jean Ingelow Poems
|81.||The High Tide On The Coast Of Lincolnshire||3/10/2010|
|82.||Song Of The Old Love||3/10/2010|
|83.||Brothers, And A Sermon||3/10/2010|
|84.||A Wedding Song||3/10/2010|
|85.||A Mother Showing The Portrait Of Her Child||3/10/2010|
|86.||Scholar And Carpenter||3/10/2010|
|87.||An Ancient Chess Set||3/10/2010|
|88.||Seven Times One||3/10/2010|
|89.||One Morning, Oh! So Early||3/10/2010|
|90.||A Dead Year||3/10/2010|
|92.||A Sea Song||3/10/2010|
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A Sea Song
Old Albion sat on a crag of late,
And sung out—'Ahoy! ahoy!
Long life to the captain, good luck to the mate,
And this to my sailor boy!
Come over, come home,
Through the salt sea foam,
My sailor, my sailor boy.
'Here's a crown to be given away, I ween,
A crown for my sailor's head,
And all for the worth of a widowed queen,
And the love of the noble dead,
And the fear and fame
Of the island's name
Where my boy was born and bred.
'Content thee, content thee, let it alone,
Thou marked for a choice so rare;
Though treaties be treaties, ...
Honours - Part1
A Scholar is musing on his want of success.
To strive—and fail. Yes, I did strive and fail;
I set mine eyes upon a certain night
To find a certain star—and could not hail
With them its deep-set light.
Fool that I was! I will rehearse my fault:
I, wingless, thought myself on high to lift