John Keble

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

John Keble Poems

81. Whitsunday 1/1/2004
82. The Annunciation Of The Blessed Virgin 1/1/2004
83. St. Michael And All Angels 1/1/2004
84. Christmas Day 1/1/2004
85. All Saint's Day 1/1/2004
86. Second Sunday After Easter 1/1/2004
87. Fifth Sunday After Easter - Rogation Sunday 1/1/2004
88. Fifth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
89. Easter Eve 1/1/2004
90. Morning 1/1/2004
91. Evening 1/1/2004
92. The Holy Innocents 1/1/2004
93. Fourth Sunday In Lent 1/1/2004
94. St. Andrew's Day 1/1/2004
95. The Epiphany 1/1/2004
96. The Conversion Of St. Paul 1/1/2004
97. Holy Matrimony 1/3/2003
98. Ascension Day 1/1/2004
99. Gunpowder Treason 1/1/2004
100. Sun Of My Soul 1/3/2003
101. Ash Wednesday 1/1/2004
102. Second Sunday In Lent 1/1/2004
103. Third Sunday After Epiphany 1/1/2004
104. Fifth Sunday In Lent 1/1/2004
105. Third Sunday In Lent 1/1/2004
106. Blest Are The Pure In Heart 1/3/2003
107. Good Friday 1/1/2004
108. Palm Sunday 1/3/2003

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Palm Sunday

Ye whose hearts are beating high
With the pulse of Poesy,
Heirs of more than royal race,
Fram’d by Heaven’s peculiar grace,
God’s own work to do on earth,
(If the word be not too bold,)
Giving virtue a new birth,
And a life that ne’er grows old—
Sovereign masters of all hearts!
Know ye, who hath set your parts?
He who gave you breath to sing,
By whose strength ye sweep the string,
He hath chosen you, to lead
His Hosannas here below;—
Mount, and claim your glorious meed;
Linger not with sin and woe.

But if ye should hold your ...

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Churching Of Women

Is there, in bowers of endless spring,
One known from all the seraph band
By softer voice, by smile and wing
More exquisitely bland!
Here let him speed: to-day this hallowed air
Is fragrant with a mother's first and fondest prayer.

Only let Heaven her fire impart,
No richer incense breathes on earth:

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