John Keble

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

John Keble Poems

81. First Sunday After Easter 1/1/2004
82. First Sunday After Christmas 1/1/2004
83. Burial Of The Dead 1/3/2003
84. Fifteenth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
85. Cathchism 1/1/2004
86. Burial 1/1/2004
87. Fifth Sunday After Epiphany 1/1/2004
88. First Sunday After Epiphany 1/1/2004
89. Eleventh Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
90. Churching Of Women 1/1/2004
91. Advent Sunday 1/1/2004
92. All Saint's Day 1/1/2004
93. Christmas Day 1/1/2004
94. Fifth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
95. Easter Eve 1/1/2004
96. Ascension Day 1/1/2004
97. Eight Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
98. Eighteenth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
99. Ash Wednesday 1/1/2004
100. Holy Matrimony 1/3/2003
101. Palm Sunday 1/3/2003
102. Fifth Sunday After Easter - Rogation Sunday 1/1/2004
103. Fifth Sunday In Lent 1/1/2004
104. Evening 1/1/2004
105. Good Friday 1/1/2004
106. Confirmation 1/1/2004
107. Blest Are The Pure In Heart 1/3/2003
108. Morning 1/1/2004

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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 ...

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Christmas Day

What sudden blaze of song
Spreads o'er th' expanse of Heaven?
In waves of light it thrills along,
Th' angelic signal given -
"Glory to God!" from yonder central fire
Flows out the echoing lay beyond the starry choir;

Like circles widening round
Upon a clear blue river,

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