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 ...
We were not by when Jesus came, But round us, far and near, We see His trophies, and His name In choral echoes ...
Since all that is not Heaven must fade,Light be the hand of Ruin laid Upon the home I love:With lulling spell ...
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 ...
"Father to me thou art and mother dear, And brother too, kind husband of my heart -So speaks Andromache in boding ...
"Lord, in Thy field I work all day,I read, I teach, I warn, I pray,And yet these wilful wandering sheepWithin ...
And when the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her, and said untoher, Weep not. And He came and ...
Go not away, thou weary soul: Heaven has in store a precious doleHere on Bethsaida's cold and darksome height, Where over rocks ...
The heart of childhood is all mirth: We frolic to and froAs free and blithe, as if on earth Were no such ...
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 ...
Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide,Now on Thy mercy's ocean wideFar out of sight we seem to glide.Help us, each hour, with ...
"O holy mountain of my God,"How do thy towers in ruin lie,"How art thou riven and strewn abroad,"Under the rude ...
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 ...
Seest thou, how tearful and alone, And drooping like a wounded dove,The Cross in sight, but Jesus gone, The widowed Church is ...
There is an awe in mortals' joy, A deep mysterious fearHalf of the heart will still employ, As if we drew too ...
The voice that breathed o'er Eden,That earliest wedding dayThe primal marriage blessing,It hath not passed away.Still in the pure espousalOf ...
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