Sing high! Though the red sun dip,
There yet is a day for me.
Born in Boston, Lincolnshire; father was a merchant trader; brought up in strict Evangelical faith; moved to Ipswich, 1834; first recorded writing verse on a window-shutter, when aged fourteen. Poems, by Jean Ingelow (1863) went through thirty editions. Went in for lengthy romantic yarns of love, heroism and disaster, in vigorous verse. Knew Jane Taylor, Dora Greenwell and Christina Rossetti; never married; lived a pious, retired life in London suburbs; her brother William’s death was a great blow; buried in Brompton Cemetery.
Poetical Works (London: Longmans Green, 1902); Maureen Peters, Jean Ingelow: Victorian Poetess (Ipswich: Boydell, 1972).