Category: Poetry
JOHN KEBLE, two years older than his friend Dr. Arnold of Rugby, three years older than Thomas Carlyle, and nine years older than John Henry Newman, was born in 1792, at Fairford in Gloucestershire. He was born in his father’s parsonage, and educated at home by his father till...
JOHN KEBLE, two years older than his friend Dr. Arnold of Rugby, three years older than Thomas Carlyle, and nine years older than John Henry Newman, was born in 1792, at Fairfor...
2. Chapter 2WHAT sudden blaze of song Spreads o’er th’ expanse of Heaven? In waves of light it thrills along, Th’ angelic signal given— “Glory to God!” from yonder central fire Flows out th...
3. Chapter 3When Jesus heard it, He marvelled, and said to them that followed, Verily I say unto you, I have not found so great faith, no, not in Israel. _St. Matthew_ viii. 10.
4. Chapter 4“Ah! wherefore gleam those upland slopes so fair? And why, through every woodland arch, Swells yon bright vale, as Eden rich and rare, Where Jordan winds his stately march; If a...
5. Chapter 5“O HOLY mountain of my God, How do thy towers in ruin lie, How art thou riven and strewn abroad, Under the rude and wasteful sky!” ’Twas thus upon his fasting-day The “Man of Lo...
6. Chapter 6“’Tis good for you, that I should go, “You lingering yet awhile below;”— ’Tis Thine own gracious promise, Lord! Thy saints have proved the faithful word, When heaven’s bright bo...
7. Chapter 7THE clouds that wrap the setting sun When Autumn’s softest gleams are ending, Where all bright hues together run In sweet confusion blending:— Why, as we watch their floating wr...
8. Chapter 8Is this a time for moonlight dreams Of love and home by mazy streams, For Fancy with her shadowy toys, Aërial hopes and pensive joys, While souls are wandering far and wide, And...
9. Chapter 9These know: on these look long and well, Cleansing thy sight by prayer and faith, And thou shalt know what secret spell Preserves them in their living death: Through sevenfold f...
10. Chapter 10THE mid-day sun, with fiercest glare, Broods o’er the hazy twinkling air: Along the level sand The palm-tree’s shade unwavering lies, Just as thy towers, Damascus, rise To greet...
11. Chapter 11“We can—Thine are we, dearest Lord, In glory and in agony, To do and suffer all Thy word; Only be Thou for ever nigh.”— “Then be it so—My cup receive, And of My woes baptismal t...
12. Chapter 12When trembling at this sacred rail We hid our eyes and held our breath, Felt Thee how strong, our hearts how frail, And longed to own Thee to the death.
13. Chapter 13Not upon Kings or Priests alone The power of that dear word is spent; It chants to all in softest tone The lowly lesson of Content: Heaven’s light is poured on high and low; To...