John Keble Poems
- Morning Hues of the rich unfolding morn, That, ere the ...
- Good Friday Is it not strange, the darkest hour That ...
- Confirmation The shadow of th' Almighty's cloud Calm on ...
- Palm Sunday Ye whose hearts are beating high With the pulse...
- Blest Are The Pure In Heart Blest are the pure in heart, For...
- Evening 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze, Fast fading ...
- Fifth Sunday In Lent The historic Muse, from age to ...
John Keble was an English churchman and poet, one of the leaders of the Oxford Movement, and gave his name to Keble College, Oxford.
Life and Writings
He was born in Fairford, Gloucestershire where his father, the Rev. John Keble, was Vicar of Coln St. Aldwyns. He attended Corpus Christi College, Oxford, and, after a brilliant academic performance there, became a Fellow of Oriel College, Oxford, and was for some years a tutor and examiner in the University. While still at Oxford he took Holy Orders in 1815, and became first a curate to his father, and later curate of St Michael and St Martin's Church, Eastleach Martin in ... more »
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Hues of the rich unfolding morn,
That, ere the glorious sun be born,
By some soft touch invisible
Around his path are taught to swell; -
Thou rustling breeze so fresh and gay,
That dancest forth at opening day,
And brushing by with joyous wing,
Wakenest each little leaf to sing; -
Ye fragrant clouds of dewy steam,
By which deep grove and tangled stream
Pay, for soft rains in season given,
Their tribute to the genial heaven; -
Why waste your treasures of delight
Upon our thankless, joyless sight;
Who day by day to sin awake,
Seldom of ...