John Keble

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

John Keble Poems

81. Third Sunday After Epiphany 1/1/2004
82. First Sunday After Easter 1/1/2004
83. First Sunday After Christmas 1/1/2004
84. Burial Of The Dead 1/3/2003
85. Fifteenth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
86. Cathchism 1/1/2004
87. Burial 1/1/2004
88. Fifth Sunday After Epiphany 1/1/2004
89. First Sunday After Epiphany 1/1/2004
90. Eleventh Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
91. Churching Of Women 1/1/2004
92. Advent Sunday 1/1/2004
93. All Saint's Day 1/1/2004
94. Christmas Day 1/1/2004
95. Fifth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
96. Easter Eve 1/1/2004
97. Ascension Day 1/1/2004
98. Eight Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
99. Eighteenth Sunday After Trinity 1/1/2004
100. Ash Wednesday 1/1/2004
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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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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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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