John Keble Quotes

'Tis sweet, as year by year we lose
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store.

The trivial round, the common task,
Would furnish all we ought to ask.

The watchful mother tarries nigh
Though sleep have closed her infant's eye,
For should he wake, and find her gone,
She knows she could not bear his moan.

Sprinkled along the waste of years
Full many a soft green isle appears:
Pause where we may along the desert road,
Some shelter is in sight, some sacred safe abode.

Give us grace to listen well.

Love masters agony; the soul that seemed
Forsaken, feels her present God again,
And in her Father's arms
Contented dies away.

Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live:
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

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 judgment they
And we shall meet!

As fire is kindled by fire, so is a poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet.

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 our better choice.

And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.

When you find yourself, as I daresay you sometimes do, overpowered as it were by melancholy, the best way is to go out, and do something kind to somebody or other.

Time's waters will not ebb, nor stay.

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 own,
Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh?

When the shore is won at last,
Who will count the billows past?