J John Keble

John Keble

114 şiir · 1792 — 1866 · Fairford, Gloucestershire

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John Keble was an English poet, university tutor and eminent clergyman who was one of the founders of “The Oxford Movement”. This was an initiative to enhance the teachings of the Church of England with some of the older, Christian traditions, creating a form of Anglo-Catholicism. This process became known as Tractarianism. He was born on the 25th April 1792 in the small Gloucestershire town of Fairford. His father, also named John, was the vicar of nearby Coln St. Aldwyns and encouraged his son to take up holy orders later on. He was very well educated, attending Corpus Christi College, Oxford and this was the start of a long association with the Oxford colleges which led to a Fellowship from Oriel College and, later, the naming of Keble College after him. Keble took Holy Orders in 1815 while still a student and, following graduation, became a curate at his father’s church in the first instance. He had already displayed a talent for literature and, in 1827, he had a collection of poems called The Christian Year published. This book soon became a reference point for other writers and a number of hymns were based on Keble’s original work. The book was described by a Victorian scholar called Michael Wheeler as while another suggested that it was It was certainly a best-selling book and ran to some 158 editions in the end. However, during the 20th century, it’s popularity declined markedly. In 1831 he was made Professor of Poetry at the University of Oxford and held this post for the next ten years while pursuing his Tractarian ideals. Other well-known members of the movement included Robert Wilberforce, John Henry Newman and Richard Froude. Some actually joined the Catholic Church but Keble remained an Anglican. He seemed content to be a parish priest at the church in Hursley, Hampshire, and also enjoyed his life as a family man. Keble continued his writing over the years and published many books including a book of poetry in 1846 titled Lyra Innocentium. He also wrote many well-known hymns that are still sung today, such as New Every Morning is the Love. It is generally acknowledged though that his greatest piece of work was The Christian Year which is a collection of poems celebrating every religious day in the calendar. Examples are poems called Ash Wednesday, Advent Sunday and All Saints Day. Here are the opening verses of another, titled Whitsunday: Such was Keble’s influence on the Church of England that he has his own commemorative day, this being the 14th July which celebrates the anniversary of his famous “Assize Sermon”. His academic achievements were recognised by the naming of Oxford’s Keble College which was built in his memory in 1870 and there are other structures bearing his name such as an ancient clapper bridge in the village of Eastleach Martin where he spent time as a young curate. It is believed that he was greatly inspired in his writing by a view from a hill in Devon, near to the town of Sidmouth, and he would sit gazing over the wonders of the Lower Otter Valley below and the brooding hills of Dartmoor in the distance. Visitors to this place can sit on Keble’s Seat which was placed there in his memory many years ago. John Keble died at a hotel in Bournemouth on the 29th March 1866. He had been ill for some time and believed that the bracing sea air at this south coast resort would aid his recovery, but it was not to be. He was 73 years old.

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Awake--again the Gospel-trump is blown - From year to year it swells with louder tone, From year to year the signs of wrath Are gathering round the Judge's path,…

Why blow'st thou not, thou wintry wind, Now every leaf is brown and sere, And idly droops, to thee resigned, The fading chaplet of the year?…

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Soft cloud, that while the breeze of May Chants her glad matins in the leafy arch, Draw'st thy bright veil across the heavenly way Meet pavement for an angel's glorious march:…

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"Yes--deep within and deeper yet The rankling shaft of conscience hide, Quick let the swelling eye forget The tears that in the heart abide.…

Blest are the pure in heart, For they shall see our God; The secret of the Lord is theirs; Their soul is Christ’s abode.…

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And when the Lord saw her, He had compassion on her, and said unto her, Weep not. And He came and touched the bier; and they that bare him stood still. And He said, Young man, I sa…

I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd Death's interposing veil, and thou so pure, Thy place in Paradise Beyond where I could soar;…

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Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes To childish ears are vain, That the young mind at random floats, And cannot reach the strain.…

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What sudden blaze of song Spreads o'er th' expanse of Heaven? In waves of light it thrills along, Th' angelic signal given -…

Is there, in bowers of endless spring, One known from all the seraph band By softer voice, by smile and wing More exquisitely bland!…

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The prayers are o'er: why slumberest thou so long, Thou voice of sacred song? Why swell'st thou not, like breeze from mountain cave, High o'er the echoing nave,…

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The shadow of th' Almighty's cloud Calm on this tents of Israel lay, While drooping paused twelve banners proud, Till He arise and lead this way.…

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When in my silent solitary walk, I sought a strain not all unworthy Thee, My heart, still ringing with wild worldly talk, Gave forth no note of holier minstrelsy.…

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Oh! day of days! shall hearts set free No "minstrel rapture" find for thee? Thou art this Sun of other days, They shine by giving back thy rays:…

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At length the worst is o'er, and Thou art laid Deep in Thy darksome bed; All still and cold beneath yon dreary stone Thy sacred form is gone;…

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