"A secure place in this gallery of English worthies is held by John Keble, Victorian Vicar of the parish of Hursley near Winchester. His ministry was peaceful, dedicated and devout, the qualities which reappear in his poetry; and to his contemporaries, he was a worthy successor to Hooker and Herbert as well as the very model of the rural parish priest, the pastor and shepherd of his people. For pious Anglicans, his name still evokes that romantic ecclesiastical Arcadia and heaven on earth... This vision of Christianity was Keble's, one intrinsically rustic and English. There was more about him, however, than the peace and plenty of the rural parsonage. Keble was also a national figure as one of the best-loved of English poets and a leader of the High Church revival. To his own generation he was a prophet in Israel, and for many Victorians, the poet of the religious world."
Quote Details
Added by wikiquote-import-bot
Unverified quote
0 likes
Original Language: English
Available Languages (1)
Sources
Sheridan Gilley, 'John Keble and the Victorian Churching of Romanticism', in J. R. Watson (ed.), An Infinite Complexity: Essays in Romanticism (1983), p. 226
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/John_Keble
Revision History
No revisions have been submitted for this quote.
Categories
John Keble
John Keble (25 April 1792 – 29 March 1866) was an English churchman, one of the leaders of the Oxford Movement, and gave his name to Keble College, Oxford.
32 quotes on TrueQuotesView all quotes by John Keble →
Related Quotes
"The deeds we do, the words we say,— Into still air they seem to fleet, We count them ever past; But they shall last, …"
"The voice that breathed o'er Eden, That earliest wedding day, The primal marriage blessing, It hath not passed away."
"When you find yourself, as I daresay you sometimes do, overpowered as it were by melancholy, the best way is to go ou…"
"The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask."
"And help us, this and every day, To live more nearly as we pray."
"Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near: Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee fr…"
"Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live: Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee …"
"Sprinkled along the waste of years Full many a soft green isle appears: Pause where we may along the desert road, Som…"
"When the shore is won at last, Who will count the billows past?"
"As fire is kindled by fire, so is a poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet."