Third Sunday After Epiphany (John Keble Poems)
I marked a rainbow in the north, What time the wild autumnal sun From his dark veil at noon looked forth, As glorying ...
I marked a rainbow in the north, What time the wild autumnal sun From his dark veil at noon looked forth, As glorying ...
The world's a room of sickness, where each heart Knows its own anguish and unrest; The truest wisdom there, and noblest art, Is ...
On Sinai's top, in prayer and trance, Full forty nights and forty daysThe Prophet watched for one dear glance Of thee and ...
Twice in her season of decayThe fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye Dart from the wild its piercing ray:Not keener burns, ...
Thou thrice denied, yet thrice beloved, Watch by Thine own forgiven friend;In sharpest perils faithful proved, Let his soul love Thee to ...
Is it not strange, the darkest hour That ever dawned on sinful earth Should touch the heart with softer power For comfort than ...
The historic Muse, from age to age,Through many a waste heart-sickening page Hath traced the works of Man:But a celestial call ...
O Lord my God, do thou Thy holy will - I will lie still -I will not stir, lest I forsake ...
"Lord, in Thy field I work all day,I read, I teach, I warn, I pray,And yet these wilful wandering sheepWithin ...
Go up and watch the new-born rill Just trickling from its mossy bed, Streaking the heath-clad hill With a bright emerald thread.Canst thou ...
Say, ye celestial guards, who waitIn Bethlehem, round the Saviour's palace gate, Say, who are these on golden wings,That hover o'er ...
What went ye out to see O'er the rude sandy lea,Where stately Jordan flows by many a palm, Or where Gennesaret's wave Delights ...
"Angel of wrath! why linger in mid-air, While the devoted city's cryLouder and louder swells? and canst thou spare, Thy full-charged vial ...
When bitter thoughts, of conscience born, With sinners wake at morn, When from our restless couch we start, With fevered lips and withered ...
O God of Mercy, God of Might,How should pale sinners bear the sight,If, as Thy power in surely here,Thine open ...
O for a sculptor's hand, That thou might'st take thy stand,Thy wild hair floating on the eastern breeze, Thy tranced yet open ...
When Nature tries her finest touch, Weaving her vernal wreath,Mark ye, how close she veils her round,Not to be traced by ...
And wilt thou hear the fevered heart To Thee in silence cry?And as th' inconstant wildfires dart Out of the restless eye,Wilt ...
Not till the freezing blast is still,Till freely leaps the sparkling rill,And gales sweep soft from summer skies,As o'er a ...
Thou first-born of the year's delight, Pride of the dewy glade,In vernal green and virgin white, Thy vestal robes, arrayed:'Tis not because ...
Ye whose hearts are beating high With the pulse of Poesy, Heirs of more than royal race, Fram'd by Heaven's ...
Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes To childish ears are vain,That the young mind at random floats, And cannot reach the ...
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