Love masters agony; the soul that seemed Forsaken feels her present God again And in her Father's arms Contented dies away. — John Keble Agony 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… — John Keble Air Copy Share Image
The watchful mother tarries nigh, though sleep has closed her infants eyes. — John Keble Eye Copy Share Image
If the Church of England were to fail, it would be found in my parish — John Keble Church Copy Share Image
Thou art the Sun of other days. They shine by giving back the rays. — John Keble Art 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… — John Keble Abode 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… — John Keble Arise 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,… — John Keble Blessing 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… — John Keble Chains 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… — John Keble All alone 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… — John Keble Darkness Copy Share Image
And help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray. — John Keble Every day Copy Share Image
As fire kindled by fire, so is the poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet. — John Keble Brother Copy Share Image
Soft as Memnon's harp at morning, To the inward ear devout, Touched by light, with heavenly warning Your transporting chords ring out.… — John Keble Brooks Copy Share Image
Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near. — John Keble Dear 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 Eye Copy Share Image
The trivial round, the common task,Would furnish all we ought to ask. — John Keble Asks Copy Share Image
Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look when hearts are of each other sure. — John Keble Heart Copy Share Image
Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest-- But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm… — John Keble Age Copy Share Image
Abide with me from morn to eve, / For without Thee I cannot live: / Abide with me when night is nigh.… — John Keble Abiding Copy Share Image
