John Keble
John Keble
John Keblewas an English churchman and poet, one of the leaders of the Oxford Movement. Keble College, Oxford was named after him...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionClergyman
Date of Birth25 April 1792
morning eye pride
Pride of the dewy morning, The swain's experienced eye From thee takes timely warning. Nor trusts the gorgeous sky.
eye night clouds
Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near. Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
mother sleep eye
The watchful mother tarries nigh, though sleep has closed her infants eyes.
beneath high man neighbour nor ourselves sinful strive wind work
We need not bid, for cloistered cell, / Our neighbour and our work farewell. / Nor strive to wind ourselves too high / For sinful man beneath the sky.
love morning
New every morning is the love / Our wakening and uprising prove.
pure sleep tonight
Be every mourner's sleep tonight / Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.
bring common deny furnish nearer ought road room trivial
The trivial round, the common task, / Would furnish all we ought to ask; / Room to deny ourselves, a road / To bring us, daily, nearer God.
past air deeds
The deeds we do, the words we say,Into still air they seem to fleet;We count them ever past;But they shall last -In the dread judgment theyAnd we shall meet.
islands sight years
Sprinkled along the waste of years Full many a soft green isle appears: Pause where we may upon the desert road, Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.
triumph saint looks
Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint In triumph wear his Christ-like chain; No fear lest he should swerve or faint; "His life is Christ, his death is gain.
death father agony
Love masters agony; the soul that seemed Forsaken feels her present God again And in her Father's arms Contented dies away.
eden voice love-and-marriage
The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day.
sweet home heart
Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look when hearts are of each other sure.
jesus night soul
Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near.