“I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful heart, the work that God appoints.”
About Jean Ingelow
17 March 1820–20 July 1897
In the spring of 1863, the Victorian literary world witnessed a phenomenon that would become increasingly rare in the annals of English poetry: the overnight success of a provincial poet whose work captured both popular imagination and critical acclaim. Jean Ingelow, a banker's daughter from the Lincolnshire fens…