What did Jean Ingelow mean by: The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England Copy
+ You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? Feraz Zeid, January 18, 2024January 18, 2024, Jean Ingelow, Heaven, Moon, 0 - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
+ It is a comely fashion to be glad; Joy is the grace we say to God. Feraz Zeid, January 18, 2024January 18, 2024, Jean Ingelow, Fashion, Happiness, Happy, 0 - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
+ A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life. Feraz Zeid, January 18, 2024January 18, 2024, Jean Ingelow, Beauty, Blessing, 0 - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
+ O fateful flower beside the rill- The Daffodil, the daffodil! Feraz Zeid, January 18, 2024January 18, 2024, Jean Ingelow, Flower, 0 - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
+ we wish for more in life rather than more of it. Feraz Zeid, October 30, 2023December 27, 2023, Jean Ingelow, Wish, 0 - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
+ It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life. Feraz Zeid, August 26, 2023December 24, 2023, Jean Ingelow, Hardship, 0 - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
+ And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way. Feraz Zeid, January 18, 2024January 18, 2024, Jean Ingelow, Bitter, Brother, 0 - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
+ How short our happy days appear! How long the sorrowful! Feraz Zeid, July 28, 2023December 12, 2023, Jean Ingelow, Happiness, Time, 0 - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
You have to observe flowers in order to find the right tones for the folds of clothes. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization. - Lincoln Steffens Journalist · USA
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
