Who is John Keble

John Keble (/ˈkiːbəl/; 25 April 1792 – 29 March 1866) was an English churchman and poet, one of the leaders of the Oxford Movement. Keble College, Oxford, was named after him.

Early life Keble was born on 25 April 1792 in Fairford, Gloucestershire, where his father, John Keble, was Vicar of Coln St. Aldwyns. He and his brother Thomas were educated at home by their father until each went to Oxford. In 1806 John won a scholarship to Corpus Christi College, Oxford. There, he performed brilliantly, and in 1810 achieved a Double First Class in Latin and Mathematics. In 1811, he won the University Prizes both for the English and Latin Essays and became a Fellow of Oriel College, Oxford. He was for some years a tutor and examiner in the University.

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John Keble Poems

  • Fifth Sunday After Easter - Rogation Sunday
    Now is there solemn pause in earth and heaven;
    The Conqueror now
    His bonds hath riven,
    And Angels wonder why He stays below: ...
  • All Saint's Day
    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? ...
  • St. Andrew's Day
    When brothers part for manhood's race,
    What gift may most endearing prove
    To keep fond memory its her place,
    And certify a brother's love? ...
  • November
    Red oâ??er the forest peers the setting sun;
    The line of yellow light dies fast away
    That crownâ??d the eastern copse; and chill and dun
    Falls on the moor the brief November day. ...
  • St. John Baptist's Day
    Twice in her season of decay
    The fallen Church hath felt Elijah's eye
    Dart from the wild its piercing ray:
    Not keener burns, in the chill morning sky, ...
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Love 104 I Love You 104 Heart 102 Heaven 98 Earth 80 God 79 Light 76 World 71 High 67 Bright 65

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 by Carl Sandburg

TWO Swede families live downstairs and an Irish policeman upstairs, and an old soldier, Uncle Joe.
Two Swede boys go upstairs and see Joe. His wife is dead, his only son is dead, and his two daughters in Missouri and Texas don't want him around.
The boys and Uncle Joe crack walnuts with a hammer on the bottom of a flatiron while the January wind howls and the zero air weaves laces on the window glass.
Joe tells the Swede boys all about Chickamauga and Chattanooga, how the Union soldiers crept in rain somewhere a dark night and ran forward and killed many Rebels, took flags, held a hill, and won a victory told about in the histories in school.
Joe takes a piece of carpenter's chalk, draws lines on the floor and piles stove wood to show where six regiments were slaughtered climbing a slope.
'Here they went' and 'Here they went,' says Joe, and the January wind howls and the zero air weaves laces on the window glass.
The two Swede boys go downstairs with a big blur of guns, men, and hills in their heads. They eat herring and potatoes and tell the family war is a wonder and soldiers are a wonder.
One breaks out with a cry at supper: I wish we had a war now and I could be a soldier.

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