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Miscellaneous Poems

By the Rev. J. Keble

Keble, John (1792-1866)

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Ode for the Encænia at Oxford

The Three Absolutions .

Bereavement.—Resignation.

Burial of the Dead.

Lighting of Lamps.

Lights at Vespers.

Lights in the Upper Chamber.

The Churchman to his Lamp.

The Watch by Night.

Christian Chivalry.

To a Thrush Singing in the Middle of a Village, Jan. 1833.

Let us Depart Hence .

Athanasian Creed.

Burial Service.

Length of the Prayers.

The Ruler of the Nations.

The Herald of Woe.

Champions of the Truth.

Church and King.

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I.

Nadab and Abihu.

The Burning at Taberah.

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Korah, Dathan, and Abiram.

Dathan and Abiram.

Elijah and the Messengers of Ahaziah.

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II.

The Samaritans spared.

The Fall of Babylon.

Commune Pontificum.

The Gathering of the Church.

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Hymns for Emigrants

The Innocents' Day .

First Sunday after Easter.

Tenth Sunday after Trinity.

Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity.

St. John's Day .

Holy Matrimony.

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Translations of Ancient Church Hymns.

“SOMNO REFEOTIS ARTUBUS.”

“JAM LUCIS ORTO SIDERE.”

“NOCTE SURGENTES.”

“NUNC SANCTE.”

“RECTOR POTENS.”

“RERUM DEUS.”

“PRIMO DIERUM OMNIUM.”

“LUCIS CREATOR OPTIME.”

“SALVETE FLORES MARTYRUM.”

“CULTOR DEI MEMENTO.”

“CHORUS NOVÆ HIERUSALEM

“VEXILLA REGIS.”

“VERBUM SUPERNUM PRODIENS.”

“VOX CLARA ECCE PERSONAT.”

“PANGE LINGUA, GLORIOSI PRÆLIUM CERTAMINIS

“O, DEUS, EGO AMO TE.”

“ALLELUIA, DULCE CARMEN.”

“CORDE NATUS EX PARENTIS

“Libertas, quæ sera tamen respexit inertem,” 1808.

To —, on her Sister's Death.

To a Girl, who was complaining that she had forgotten her Sister's Birthday.

Lines suggested by the Remembrance of an early but long-lost Friend.

On visiting the Ruins of Farleigh Castle, Somersetshire.

On leaving Corpus Christi College, on his Election to a Fellowship of Oriel.

A Thought on a Fine Morning.

To the Nightingale.

Stanzas addressed to a “Gloomy Thinker

“Nec me discedere flevit.”

A Wet Day at Midsummer.

The First Sight of the Sea

Written at Sidmouth.

To a Caue under High Peak, Sidmouth.

To the Memory of John Leyden , M.D.

On being requested to write some Verses in a Friend's Commonplace-book.

Stanzas on leaving Sidmouth.

“Nunquam Audituræ.”

Sonnet “concerning the True Poet.”

To J. T. C., with Petrarca.

Ode on the Uictories in the Pyrenees, 1813.

O, stay Thee yet, &c.

Lines sent with the Liues of Ridley and Cranmer.

At Hooker's Tomb

On a Monument in Lichfield Cathedral

Hammond's Graue.

Spring Flowers.

On the North Road.

Newton Cliff, near Fledborough.

By an Old Bachelor very disconsolate at parting with his Four Wives

A Thought upon taking Leaue of some Friends.

A Hint for a Fable.

Moonlight, Ulcombe Parsonage.

Fragment on his Sister Mary Anne's Death.

Huntspill Tower.

The Exe below Tiverton at Sunrise.

A Mile from Totness on the Tor Hoad, looking back.

Fairford again.

Turning out of the London Road, down to Sapperton.

Nay, but these are Breezes.

How shall the Righteous?

There have been mighty Winds.

In Harmony, &c.

Two Lamps apart, &c.

Malvern at a Distance.

May-day Song for the Hursley Children.

Mother out of Sight.

When is Communion nearest?

Holy is the Sick Man's Room.

St. Mark xui. 4.

O Lord, if ever, &c.

St. John xiv. 1.

Ye of nice Touch, &c.

The Clarion calls, &c.

In Choirs and Places where they Sing, here followeth the Anthem.

Jeremiah xxiii. 23.

Why seek we, sounding high and low?

When in her Hour of still Decay.

To his Sister Elizabeth.

Written in the Album at Cuddesdon Palace.

Nurse, let me draw, &c.

Hymn for Easter-tide.

For the Opening of the West Window of the Hall of St. Andrew's College, Bradfield. April 5, 1859.

Prayers of Saints.

Dart and Weber.

To a Little Girl.

To Master Bernard Wilson's Dog.

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Lines suggested by the Remembrance of an early but long-lost Friend.

O blessed gem, of saintly, spotless kind,
Too pure for earthly casket long to hide!
Thou sparklest now with the true light, supplied
From heaven's eternal fountain, where enshrined
God hides Himself in brightness. Too refined
For mortal gaze, thou shin'st without a stain.
Yet mayst thou, when my spirit springs amain
Toward heaven, though faintly, strike the eye of mind
And draw thought upward, as with polar gleam,
And shed a holy glow o'er prayer, and hope, and dream!

Aug. 1810.