Sprinkled along the waste of years Full many a soft green isle appears: Pause where we may upon the desert road, Some… — John Keble Abode Copy Share Image
For as fire is kindled by fire, so is a poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet. — John Keble Brother Copy Share Image
When you find yourself overpowered, as it were, by melancholy, the best way is to go out and do something. — John Keble Best way Copy Share Image
The watchful mother tarries nigh Though sleep have closed her infant's eye, For should he wake, and find her gone. — John Keble Eye Copy Share Image
“Help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.” — John Keble Every day Copy Share Image
