St. Matthias’ Day (John Keble Poems)
Who is God's chosen priest?He, who on Christ stands waiting day and night,Who traceth His holy steps, nor ever ceased, From ...
Who is God's chosen priest?He, who on Christ stands waiting day and night,Who traceth His holy steps, nor ever ceased, From ...
CHAMPION of those who groan beneathOppression's iron hand:In view of penury, hate, and death,I see thee fearless stand.Still bearing up ...
TREADER of the blue steeps and the hollows under!Day-Flinger, Hope-Singer, crowned with awful hair!Battle Lord with burning sword to cleave ...
Searcher of Hearts!--from mine erase All thoughts that should not be,And in its deep recesses trace My gratitude to Thee!Hearer of Prayer!--oh, ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime,With unlocked senses, ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
GovenorsAN ardent spirit dwells with Christian love,The eagle's vigour in the pitying dove;'Tis not enough that we with sorrow sigh,That ...
Once more among our archangelic hillsThe streets of this old, grave, and gracious townThrob with renewing vigor as when SpringRushes ...
Yes! even I was in Arcadia born, And, in mine infant ears,A vow of rapture was by Nature sworn;—Yes! ...
Joy, thou goddess, fair, immortal, Offspring of Elysium,Mad with rapture, to the portal Of thy holy fame we come!Fashion's laws, ...
Give me light, God irrefutable, Inexplicable architect of the universe, Creator of fate and recognition, Tempest of breath, central ability, ...
Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning,Daughter of Elysium,Fire drunken we are ent'ringHeavenly, thy holy home!Thy enchantments bind together,What did custom stern ...
Do I believe, sayest thou, "what the masters of wisdom would teach me,And what their followers' band boldly and readily ...
A handful of workers seeking the star of a strong intent — A handful of heroes scattered to conquer a ...
To the grave they bore him sleeping, Him the aged, genial gardener;Now the children gifts are heaping From the flower-bed ...
What ails you that you look so pale, O fisher of the sea? "'Tis for a mournful tale I own, ...
All true words fly, as from yon reedy marsh The crane rings o'er the wild its screaming harsh. Vainly you ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
"Do I believe," sayest thou, "what the masters of wisdom would teach me, And what their followers' band boldly and ...
Joy, thou goddess, fair, immortal, Offspring of Elysium, Mad with rapture, to the portal Of thy holy fame we come! ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
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