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 World (45 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 ...
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 ...
St. Luke (John Keble Poems)
Two clouds before the summer gale In equal race fleet o'er the sky:Two flowers, when wintry blasts assail, Together pins, together die.But ...
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 ...
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, ...
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: ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Second Sunday In Lent (John Keble Poems)
"And is there in God's world so drear a place Where the loud bitter cry is raised in vain?Where tears of ...
Twenty-Third (John Keble Poems)
Red o'er the forest peers the setting sun, The line of yellow light dies fast awayThat crowned the eastern copse: and ...
Third Sunday After Easter (John Keble Poems)
Well may I guess and feel Why Autumn should be sad; But vernal airs should sorrow heal, Spring should be gay and glad: Yet ...
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 ...
Monday In Easter Week (John Keble Poems)
Go up and watch the new-born rill Just trickling from its mossy bed, Streaking the heath-clad hill With a bright emerald thread.Canst thou ...
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 ...
Second Sunday After Epiphany (John Keble Poems)
The heart of childhood is all mirth: We frolic to and froAs free and blithe, as if on earth Were no such ...
Third Sunday In Advent (John Keble Poems)
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 ...
First Sunday In Lent (John Keble Poems)
"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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Circumcision (John Keble Poems)
The year begins with Thee, And Thou beginn'st with woe,To let the world of sinners see That blood for sin must flow. Thine ...