Home › By Author › John Keble

Quotes by John Keble

15 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.

Mirth." 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.— filed under Birds-Nightingale

Sweet is the infant's waking smile, And sweet the old man's rest- But middle age by no fond wile, No soothing calm is blest.— filed under Awkwardness

In silence, *** Steals on soft-handed Charity, Tempering her gifts, that seem so free, By time and place, Till not a woe the bleak world see, But finds her grace.— filed under Charity

One Name above all glorious names With its ten thousand tongues The everlasting sea proclaims, Echoing angelic songs.— filed under Christ

A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman. J. C. and A. W. HARE-Guesses at Truth. Look in, and see Christ's chosen saint In triumph wear his Christ-like chain; No fear lest he should swerve or faint; "His life is Christ, his death is gain."— filed under Christian

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

Song. But when eve's silent footfall steals Along the eastern sky, And one by one to earth reveals Those purer fires on high.— filed under Evening

The loveliest flowers the closest cling to earth, And they first feel the sun: so violets blue; So the soft star-like primrose-drenched in dew- The happiest of Spring's happy, fragrant birth.— filed under Flirting

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

The sun and every vassal star, All space, beyond the soar of angel's wings, Wait on His word: and yet He stays His car For every sigh a contrite suppliant brings.— filed under God

Greatness. God hath sworn to lift on high Who sinks himself by true humility.— filed under Humility

Hues of the rich unfolding morn, That, ere the glorious sun be born, By some soft touch invisible Around his path are taught to swell.— filed under Morning

With Thee Dwell. 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.— filed under Solitude

When the shore is won at last, Who will count the billows past?— filed under Success

And taught by thee the Church prolongs Her hymns of high thanksgiving still.— filed under Thanksgiving Day