John Keble

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

John Keble Poems

41. Tuesday Before Easter 1/1/2004
42. Third Sunday After Easter 1/1/2004
43. Visitation And Communion Of The Sick 1/1/2004
44. Tenth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
45. The Circumcision Of Christ 1/1/2004
46. Whitsunday 1/1/2004
47. St. Peter's Day 1/1/2004
48. Sixteenth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
49. Twenty-Fourth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
50. Seventh Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
51. Second Sunday After Epiphany 1/1/2004
52. St. Barnabas 1/1/2004
53. St. James's Day 1/1/2004
54. St. Michael And All Angels 1/1/2004
55. St. Mark's Day 1/1/2004
56. Forms Of Prayer To Be Used At Sea 1/1/2004
57. Seventeenth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
58. St. Matthias' Day 1/1/2004
59. Quinquagesima Sunday 1/1/2004
60. Thursday Before Easter 1/3/2003
61. The Annunciation Of The Blessed Virgin 1/1/2004
62. Septuagesima Sunday 1/1/2004
63. St. Johns Day 1/1/2004
64. St. Andrew's Day 1/1/2004
65. Sun Of My Soul 1/3/2003
66. St. Stephens Day 1/1/2004
67. Monday In Whitsun-Week 1/1/2004
68. Ninth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
69. Wednesday Before Easter 1/1/2004
70. Third Sunday In Lent 1/1/2004
71. Sixth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
72. Sexegesima Sunday 1/1/2004
73. Holy Matrimony 1/3/2003
74. Second Sunday In Lent 1/1/2004
75. The Holy Innocents 1/1/2004
76. Holy Baptism 1/1/2004
77. Fourth Sunday In Lent 1/1/2004
78. Gunpowder Treason 1/1/2004
79. November 1/3/2003
80. Second Sunday After Easter 1/1/2004

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Best Poem of John Keble

Morning

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 ...

Read the full of Morning

Fourth Sunday In Advent

Of the bright things in earth and air
How little can the heart embrace!
Soft shades and gleaming lights are there -
I know it well, but cannot trace.

Mine eye unworthy seems to read
One page of Nature's beauteous book;
It lies before me, fair outspread -
I only cast a wishful look.

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