John Keble

(25 April 1792 – 29 March 1866 / Fairford, Gloucestershire)

John Keble Poems

1. The Restoration Of The Royal Family 1/1/2004
2. Sixth Sunday After Epiphany 1/1/2004
3. The Conversion Of St. Paul 1/1/2004
4. Second Sunday After Christmas 1/1/2004
5. St. Bartholomew 1/1/2004
6. St. John Baptist's Day 1/1/2004
7. St. Luke 1/1/2004
8. Second Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
9. Twenty-Third Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
10. Tuesday In Whitsun-Week 1/1/2004
11. First Sunday In Lent 1/1/2004
12. Twelfth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
13. Twenty-First Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
14. Monday In Whitsun-Week 1/1/2004
15. Holy Baptism 1/1/2004
16. Fourth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
17. Matrimony 1/1/2004
18. Holy Communion 1/1/2004
19. Fourth Sunday After Epiphany 1/1/2004
20. Second Sunday In Advent 1/1/2004
21. St. Matthew 1/1/2004
22. Monday In Easter Week 1/1/2004
23. St. Stephens Day 1/1/2004
24. Twenty-Fifth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
25. King Charles The Martyr 1/3/2003
26. Third Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
27. Fourteenth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
28. Fourth Sunday After Easter 1/1/2004
29. Monday Before Easter 1/1/2004
30. Ninth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
31. St. Thomas' Day 1/1/2004
32. Sunday After Ascension 1/1/2004
33. The Accession 1/1/2004
34. Sunday Next Before Advent 1/1/2004
35. The Epiphany 1/1/2004
36. Third Sunday In Advent 1/1/2004
37. Fourth Sunday In Advent 1/1/2004
38. Tuesday In Easter Week 1/1/2004
39. St. Simon And St. Jude 1/1/2004
40. Thirteenth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
Best Poem of John Keble

Evening

'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
You mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.

In darkness and in weariness
The traveller on his way must press,
No gleam to watch on tree or tower,
Whiling away the lonesome hour.

Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near:
Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes!

When round Thy wondrous works below
My searching rapturous glance I throw,
Tracing out Wisdom, Power and Love,
In ...

Read the full of Evening

Burial

And when the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her, and said unto
her, Weep not. And He came and touched the bier; and they that
bare him stood still. And He said, Young man, I say unto thee,
Arise.--St. Luke vii. 13, 14.

Who says, the wan autumnal soon
Beams with too faint a smile
To light up nature's face again,
And, though the year be on this wane,

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