St. Matthew (John Keble Poems)
Ye hermits blest, ye holy maids, The nearest Heaven on earth, Who talk with God in shadowy glades, Free from rude care and ...
John Keble Poems on Mind (43 Poems)
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 ...
St. Barnabas (John Keble Poems)
The world's a room of sickness, where each heart Knows its own anguish and unrest; The truest wisdom there, and noblest art, Is ...
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. Thomas’ Day (John Keble Poems)
We were not by when Jesus came, But round us, far and near, We see His trophies, and His name In choral echoes ...
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 ...
Thirteenth Sunday After Trinity (John Keble Poems)
On Sinai's top, in prayer and trance, Full forty nights and forty daysThe Prophet watched for one dear glance Of thee and ...
Fifth Sunday After Epiphany (John Keble Poems)
"Wake, arm Divine! awake, Eye of the only Wise! Now for Thy glory's sake, Saviour and God, arise,And may Thine ear, that sealed ...
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 ...
Second Sunday After Trinity (John Keble Poems)
The clouds that wrap the setting sun When Autumn's softest gleams are ending,Where all bright hues together run In sweet confusion blending: ...
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 ...
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 ...
Fifth Sunday In Lent (John Keble Poems)
The historic Muse, from age to age,Through many a waste heart-sickening page Hath traced the works of Man:But a celestial call ...
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 ...
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 ...
Twelfth Sunday After Trinity (John Keble Poems)
The Son of God in doing good Was fain to look to Heaven and sigh:And shall the heirs of sinful blood Seek ...
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 ...
St. Bartholomew (John Keble Poems)
Hold up thy mirror to the sun, And thou shalt need an eagle's gaze,So perfectly the polished stone Gives back the glory ...
The Holy Innocents (John Keble Poems)
Say, ye celestial guards, who waitIn Bethlehem, round the Saviour's palace gate, Say, who are these on golden wings,That hover o'er ...
Sixth Sunday After Trinity (John Keble Poems)
When bitter thoughts, of conscience born, With sinners wake at morn, When from our restless couch we start, With fevered lips and withered ...
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 ...
Trinity Sunday (John Keble Poems)
Creator, Saviour, strengthening Guide,Now on Thy mercy's ocean wideFar out of sight we seem to glide.Help us, each hour, with ...
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 ...
The Epiphany (John Keble Poems)
Star of the East, how sweet art Thou, Seen in life's early morning sky,Ere yet a cloud has dimmed the brow, While ...
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 ...
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 ...
Ordination (John Keble Poems)
'Twas silence in Thy temple, Lord, When slowly through the hallowed airThe spreading cloud of incense soared, Charged with the breath of ...
Visitation And Communion Of The Sick (John Keble Poems)
O Youth and Joy, your airy treadToo lightly springs by Sorrow's bed,Your keen eye-glances are too bright,Too restless for a ...