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 ...
John Keble Poems on Light (43 Poems)
Fourth Sunday After Easter (John Keble Poems)
My Saviour, can it ever beThat I should gain by losing Thee?The watchful mother tarries nigh,Though sleep have closed her ...
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 ...
Seventeenth Sunday After Trinity (John Keble Poems)
Stately thy walls, and holy are the prayers Which day and night before thine altars rise:Not statelier, towering o'er her marble ...
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. Michael And All Angels (John Keble Poems)
Ye stars that round the Sun of righteousness In glorious order roll,With harps for ever strung, ready to bless God for each ...
The Conversion Of St. Paul (John Keble Poems)
The mid-day sun, with fiercest glare,Broods o'er the hazy twinkling air: Along the level sandThe palm-tree's shade unwavering lies,Just as thy ...
Monday In Whitsun-Week (John Keble Poems)
Since all that is not Heaven must fade,Light be the hand of Ruin laid Upon the home I love:With lulling spell ...
St. John Baptist’s Day (John Keble Poems)
Twice in her season of decayThe fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye Dart from the wild its piercing ray:Not keener burns, ...
Third Sunday In Lent (John Keble Poems)
See Lucifer like lightning fall, Dashed from his throne of pride; While, answering Thy victorious call, The Saints his spoils divide; This world of ...
Good Friday (John Keble Poems)
Is it not strange, the darkest hour That ever dawned on sinful earth Should touch the heart with softer power For comfort than ...
Wednesday Before Easter (John Keble Poems)
O Lord my God, do thou Thy holy will - I will lie still -I will not stir, lest I forsake ...
Sexegesima Sunday (John Keble Poems)
Foe of mankind! too bold thy race: Thou runn'st at such a reckless pace,Thine own dire work thou surely wilt confound: 'Twas ...
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 ...
Ninth Sunday After Trinity (John Keble Poems)
In troublous days of anguish and rebuke,While sadly round them Israel's children look, And their eyes fail for waiting on their ...
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 ...
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 ...
Sunday After Ascension (John Keble Poems)
The Earth that in her genial breastMakes for the down a kindly nest,Where wafted by the warm south-west It floats at ...
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 ...
Holy Communion (John Keble Poems)
O God of Mercy, God of Might,How should pale sinners bear the sight,If, as Thy power in surely here,Thine open ...
Fourth Sunday In Advent (John Keble Poems)
Of the bright things in earth and air How little can the heart embrace!Soft shades and gleaming lights are there - I ...
First Sunday After Easter (John Keble Poems)
First Father of the holy seed,If yet, invoked in hour of need, Thou count me for Thine ownNot quite an outcast ...
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 ...
Fourth Sunday In Lent (John Keble Poems)
When Nature tries her finest touch, Weaving her vernal wreath,Mark ye, how close she veils her round,Not to be traced by ...
Morning (John Keble Poems)
Hues of the rich unfolding morn,That, ere the glorious sun be born,By some soft touch invisibleAround his path are taught ...
Twenty-Fifth (John Keble Poems)
The bright-haired morn is glowing O'er emerald meadows gay,With many a clear gem strewing The early shepherd's way.Ye gentle elves, by Fancy ...
Ash Wednesday (John Keble Poems)
"Yes—deep within and deeper yet The rankling shaft of conscience hide,Quick let the swelling eye forget The tears that in the heart ...
Quinquagesim (John Keble Poems)
Sweet Dove! the softest, steadiest plume, In all the sunbright sky,Brightening in ever-changeful bloom As breezes change on high; -Sweet Leaf! the ...