Sixth Sunday After Epiphany (John Keble Poems)
There are, who darkling and alone, Would wish the weary night were gone, Though dawning morn should only show The secret of their ...
John Keble Poems on Dreams (18 Poems)
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 ...
Fourth Sunday After Trinity (John Keble Poems)
It was not then a poet's dream, An idle vaunt of song,Such as beneath the moon's soft gleam On vacant fancies throng;Which ...
St. Peter’s Day (John Keble Poems)
Thou thrice denied, yet thrice beloved, Watch by Thine own forgiven friend;In sharpest perils faithful proved, Let his soul love Thee to ...
Monday Before Easter (John Keble Poems)
"Father to me thou art and mother dear, And brother too, kind husband of my heart -So speaks Andromache in boding ...
Fourth Sunday After Epiphany (John Keble Poems)
They know the Almighty's power, Who, wakened by the rushing midnight shower, Watch for the fitful breeze To howl and chafe amid the ...
Tuesday In Whitsun-Week (John Keble Poems)
"Lord, in Thy field I work all day,I read, I teach, I warn, I pray,And yet these wilful wandering sheepWithin ...
Twenty-Fourt (John Keble Poems)
Why should we faint and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die,Nor e'en the tenderest ...
Third Sunday After Easter (John Keble Poems)
Well may I guess and feel Why Autumn should be sad; But vernal airs should sorrow heal, Spring should be gay and glad: Yet ...
Seventh Sunday After Trinity (John Keble Poems)
Go not away, thou weary soul: Heaven has in store a precious doleHere on Bethsaida's cold and darksome height, Where over rocks ...
All Saint’s Day (John Keble Poems)
Why blow'st thou not, thou wintry wind, Now every leaf is brown and sere, And idly droops, to thee resigned, The fading chaplet ...
Second Sunday After Easter (John Keble Poems)
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 ...
Gunpowder Treason (John Keble Poems)
Beneath the burning eastern sky The Cross was raised at morn:The widowed Church to weep stood by, The world, to hate and ...
The Annunciation (John Keble Poems)
Oh! Thou who deign'st to sympathiseWith all our frail and fleshly ties, Maker yet Brother dear,Forgive the too presumptuous thought,If, calming wayward ...
Matrimony (John Keble Poems)
There is an awe in mortals' joy, A deep mysterious fearHalf of the heart will still employ, As if we drew too ...
Third Sunday After Trinity (John Keble Poems)
O hateful spell of Sin! when friends are nigh, To make stern Memory tell her tale unsought,And raise accusing shades of ...
St. Philip And St. James (John Keble Poems)
Dear is the morning gale of spring, And dear th' autumnal eve;But few delights can summer bring A Poet's crown to weave.Her ...
Cathchism (John Keble Poems)
Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes To childish ears are vain,That the young mind at random floats, And cannot reach the ...