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 gi...
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Minor poets who can shed important light on their more famous contemporaries are often overlooked by nineteenth-century scholars. Jean Ingelow is one such minor Victorian poet who has been all but for...
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Jean Ingelow's London home is as lovingly cared for today as it was in the 1880s and 1890s by Ingelow herself. Yet, in a history-conscious city profusely dotted with bright blue markers indicating the...
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Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume I.
Jean Ingelow