Hypotheses Hypochondriacae Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 3 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Wonderful Women
by Umaru Kanneh Boima
Freedom To Scratch In Peace
by Olute Aete
Happy New Year
by Felix Menda
Human Beings
by Dana Graslie
Lust
by Wisdom Greatness
An Isolated Tree's Song
by Sayeed Abubakar
A Strange Boy
by Sayeed Abubakar
O Soil
by Sayeed Abubakar
No War, No War-monger
by Sayeed Abubakar
Night's Town
by Sayeed Abubakar

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2414 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

And should she die her grave should be	A
Upon the bare top of a sunny hill	B
Among the moorlands of her own fair land	C
Amid a ring of old and moss grown stones	D
In gorse and heather all embosomed	C
There should be no tall stone no marble tomb	E
Above her gentle corse the ponderous pile	F
Would press too rudely on those fairy limbs	G
The turf should lightly he that marked her home	H
A sacred spot it would be every bird	C
That came to watch her lone grave should be holy	A
The deer should browse around her undisturbed	C
The whin bird by her lonely nest should build	C
All fearless for in life she loved to see	A
Happiness in all things	I
And we would come on summer days	J
When all around was bright and set us down	K
And think of all that lay beneath that turf	L
On which the heedless moor bird sits and whistles	M
His long shrill painful song as though he plained	C
For her that loved him and his pleasant hills	N
And we would dream again of bygone days	J
Until our eyes should swell with natural tears	O
For brilliant hopes all faded into air	P
As on the sands of Irak near approach	Q
Destroys the traveller's vision of still lakes	R
And goodly streams reed clad and meadows green	S
And leaves behind the drear reality	C
Of shadeless same yet ever changing sand	C
And when the sullen clouds rose thick on high	T
Mountains on mountains rolling and dark mist	C
Wrapped itself round the hill tops like a shroud	C
When on her grave swept by the moaning wind	C
Bending the heather bells then would I come	U
And watch by her in silent loneliness	V
And smile upon the storm as knowing well	W
The lightning's flash would surely turn aside	C
Nor mar the lowly mound where peaceful sleeps	X
All that gave life and love to one fond heart	C
I talk of things that are not and if prayers	O
By night and day availed from my weak lips	Y
Then should they never be till I was gone	Z
Before the friends I loved to my long home	H
Oh pardon me if e'er I say too much my mind	C
Too often strangely turns to ribald mirth	A2
As though I had no doubt nor hope beyond	C
Or brooding melancholy cloys my soul	B2
With thoughts of days misspent of wasted time	C2
And bitter feelings swallowed up in jests	D2
Then strange and fearful thoughts flit o'er my brain	E2
By indistinctness made more terrible	F2
And incubi mock at me with fierce eyes	G2
Upon my couch and visions crude and dire	H2
Of planets suns millions of miles infinity	C
Space time thought being blank nonentity	C
Things incorporeal fancies of the brain	E2
Seen heard as though they were material	F2
All mixed in sickening mazes trouble me	C
And lead my soul away from earth and heaven	I2
Until I doubt whether I be or not	C
And then I see all frightful shapes lank ghosts	J2
Hydras chimeras krakens wastes of sand	C
Herbless and void of living voice tall mountains	K2
Cleaving the skies with height immeasurable	F2
On which perchance I climb for infinite years broad seas	L2
Studded with islands numberless that stretch	M2
Beyond the regions of the sun and fade	C
Away in distance vast or dreary clouds	N2
Cold dark and watery where wander I for ever	O2
Or space of ether where I hang for aye	T
A speck an atom inconsumable	F2
Immortal hopeless voiceless powerless	V
And oft I fancy I am weak and old	C
And all who loved me one by one are dead	C
And I am left alone and cannot die	T
Surely there is no rest on earth for souls	P2
Whose dreams are like a madman's I am young	Q2
And much is yet before me after years	R2
May bring peace with them to my weary heart	C
	-
	-
Helston	I2

Charles Kingsley

Hypotheses Hypochondriacae Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Write your comment about Hypotheses Hypochondriacae poem by Charles Kingsley

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets