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 ...
There are, who darkling and alone, Would wish the weary night were gone, Though dawning morn should only show The secret of their ...
The world's a room of sickness, where each heart Knows its own anguish and unrest; The truest wisdom there, and noblest art, Is ...
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 ...
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 ...
Since all that is not Heaven must fade,Light be the hand of Ruin laid Upon the home I love:With lulling spell ...
Go not away, thou weary soul: Heaven has in store a precious doleHere on Bethsaida's cold and darksome height, Where over rocks ...
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 ...
"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 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 ...
Who is God's chosen priest?He, who on Christ stands waiting day and night,Who traceth His holy steps, nor ever ceased, From ...
When Persecution's torrent blaze Wraps the unshrinking Martyr's head;When fade all earthly flowers and bays, When summer friends are gone and fled,Is ...
'Twas silence in Thy temple, Lord, When slowly through the hallowed airThe spreading cloud of incense soared, Charged with the breath of ...
O Youth and Joy, your airy treadToo lightly springs by Sorrow's bed,Your keen eye-glances are too bright,Too restless for a ...
Sweet nurslings of the vernal skies, Bathed in soft airs, and fed with dew,What more than magic in you lies, To fill ...
Seest thou, how tearful and alone, And drooping like a wounded dove,The Cross in sight, but Jesus gone, The widowed Church is ...
"Fill high the bowl, and spice it well, and pourThe dews oblivious: for the Cross is sharp, The Cross is sharp, ...
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 from the glory came To tell how Moses died unseen,And waken Joshua's spear of flame To victory on the ...
Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear,It is not night if Thou be near;O may no earthborn cloud ariseTo hide ...
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