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. Trinity Sunday 1/1/2004
4. The Conversion Of St. Paul 1/1/2004
5. Second Sunday After Christmas 1/1/2004
6. St. Bartholomew 1/1/2004
7. St. John Baptist's Day 1/1/2004
8. St. Luke 1/1/2004
9. Second Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
10. Twenty-Third Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
11. Tuesday In Whitsun-Week 1/1/2004
12. First Sunday In Lent 1/1/2004
13. Twelfth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
14. Twenty-First Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
15. Monday In Whitsun-Week 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. Fourteenth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
22. Fourth Sunday After Easter 1/1/2004
23. Monday Before Easter 1/1/2004
24. Ninth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
25. St. Thomas' Day 1/1/2004
26. King Charles The Martyr 1/3/2003
27. Third Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
28. Monday In Easter Week 1/1/2004
29. St. Stephens Day 1/1/2004
30. St. Philip And St. James 1/1/2004
31. Twenty-Fifth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
32. Tuesday In Easter Week 1/1/2004
33. St. Simon And St. Jude 1/1/2004
34. Thirteenth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
35. First Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
36. Third Sunday In Advent 1/1/2004
37. Fourth Sunday In Advent 1/1/2004
38. Sunday After Ascension 1/1/2004
39. The Accession 1/1/2004
40. Sunday Next Before Advent 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

Ascension Day

Soft cloud, that while the breeze of May
Chants her glad matins in the leafy arch,
Draw'st thy bright veil across the heavenly way
Meet pavement for an angel's glorious march:

My soul is envious of mine eye,
That it should soar and glide with thee so fast,
The while my grovelling thoughts half buried lie,
Or lawless roam around this earthly waste.

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