Soft as Memnon's harp at morning, To the inward ear devout, Touched by light, with heavenly warning Your transporting chords ring out. Every leaf in every nook, Every wave in every brook, Chanting with a solemn voice Minds us of… — John Keble Copy Share Image
Pride of the dewy morning, The swain's experienced eye From thee takes timely warning. Nor trusts the gorgeous sky. — John Keble Copy Share Image
Love masters agony; the soul that seemed Forsaken feels her present God again And in her Father's arms Contented dies away. — John Keble Copy Share Image
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… — John Keble Copy Share Image
The watchful mother tarries nigh, though sleep has closed her infants eyes. — John Keble Copy Share Image
Blest are the pure in heart, for they shall see our God. The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is Christ's abode. — John Keble Copy Share Image
Sun of my soul, thou Savior dear, It is not night if thou be near. Oh, may no earthborn cloud arise To hide thee… — John Keble Copy Share Image
Once you make up your mind never to stand waiting and hesitating when your conscience tells you what you ought to do, and you… — John Keble Copy Share Image
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… — John Keble Copy Share Image
Why should we faint and fear to live alone,Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die?Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our… — John Keble Copy Share Image
New every morning is the love Our waking and uprising prove, Through sleep and darkness safely brought, Restored to life and power and thought. — John Keble Copy Share Image
As fire kindled by fire, so is the poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet. — John Keble Copy Share Image
