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 ...
Since all that is not Heaven must fade,Light be the hand of Ruin laid Upon the home I love:With lulling spell ...
See Lucifer like lightning fall, Dashed from his throne of pride; While, answering Thy victorious call, The Saints his spoils divide; This world of ...
Is it not strange, the darkest hour That ever dawned on sinful earth Should touch the heart with softer power For comfort than ...
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 ...
"O holy mountain of my God,"How do thy towers in ruin lie,"How art thou riven and strewn abroad,"Under the rude ...
Sweet Dove! the softest, steadiest plume, In all the sunbright sky,Brightening in ever-changeful bloom As breezes change on high; -Sweet Leaf! the ...
Who is God's chosen priest?He, who on Christ stands waiting day and night,Who traceth His holy steps, nor ever ceased, From ...
Thou first-born of the year's delight, Pride of the dewy glade,In vernal green and virgin white, Thy vestal robes, arrayed:'Tis not because ...
Where is the land with milk and honey flowing, The promise of our God, our fancy's theme?Here over shattered walls dank ...
Why doth my Saviour weep At sight of Sion's bowers?Shows it not fair from yonder steep, Her gorgeous crown of towers?Mark well ...
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