Sunday Next Before Advent (John Keble Poems)
Will God indeed with fragments bear, Snatched late from the decaying year? Or can the Saviour's blood endear The dregs of a polluted ...
Will God indeed with fragments bear, Snatched late from the decaying year? Or can the Saviour's blood endear The dregs of a polluted ...
THROUGH the light curtains came the perfumed air,And flung them back and show'd a garden, whereThe eye could just catch ...
Thou art home at last, my darling one,Flushed and tired with thy play,From morning dawn until setting sunHast thou been ...
What a boom! boom!Sounds among the honeysuckles!Saying, "Room! room!Hold your breath and mind your knuckles!"And a fairy birdling brightFlits like ...
Many a tree is found in the woodAnd every tree for its use is good:Some for the strength of the ...
WOODMAN, spare that tree!Touch not a single bough!In youth it sheltered me,And I'll protect it now.'Twas my forefather's handThat placed ...
It matters not what be thy lot, So Love doth guide; For storm or shine, pure peace is thine, Whate'er betide. And of these ...
O STILLER than the fields that lie Beneath the morning heaven,And sweeter than day's gardens are The purple fields of even!The vapor ...
Faintly heard mutterings,Dimly seen flutterings,Crouching forms ... tangled hair,Withered limbs ... visage bare.Groping foot ... earth-bound rootSeek motion: Slowly shoot ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom,And life can show no joy for me;And I behold a yawning tomb,Where bowers ...
I know it all . . . I know.For I am God. I am Jehovah, HeWho made you what you ...
Give me the sunlight and the seaAnd who shall take my heaven from me?Light of the Sun, Life of the ...
Where hath not a woman stood, Strong in affection's might? a reed, upborne By an o'er mastering current! ...
The earth-bound giant now is free, is free; The last fight over, and the last moan still; No ...
How oft I've watch'd thee from the garden croft, In silence, when the busy day was done, Shining with wondrous ...
Death clutches at my darling now and then, And leaves a scar, or plucks a tress of hair; But all ...
For me, my friend, no grave-side vigil keep With tears that memory and remorse might fill; Give me your tenderest ...
A tree beside the sandy river-beach Holds up its topmost boughs Like fingers towards the skies they cannot ...
(at a Cathedral Service) THAT from this bright believing band An outcast I should be, That faiths by which my ...
I Fires in the dark you build; tall quivering flames In the huge midnight forest of the unknown. Your soul ...
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