King Charles The Martyr Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AB CDCE FGFG HIHI JKJK LMLN ODOD PQPR SDSD TUTV WWWH| This is thankworthy if a man for conscience toward God | A |
| endure grief suffering wrongfully St Peter ii | B |
| - | |
| - | |
| Praise to our pardoning God though silent now | C |
| The thunders of the deep prophetic sky | D |
| Though in our sight no powers of darkness bow | C |
| Before th' Apostles' glorious company | E |
| - | |
| The Martyrs' noble army still is ours | F |
| Far in the North our fallen days have seen | G |
| How in her woe this tenderest spirit towers | F |
| For Jesus' sake in agony serene | G |
| - | |
| Praise to our God not cottage hearths alone | H |
| And shades impervious to the proud world's glare | I |
| Such witness yield a monarch from his throne | H |
| Springs to his Cross and finds his glory there | I |
| - | |
| Yes whereso'er one trace of thee is found | J |
| As in the Sacred Land the shadows fall | K |
| With beating hearts we roam the haunted ground | J |
| Lone battle field or crumbling prison hall | K |
| - | |
| And there are aching solitary breasts | L |
| Whose widowed walk with thought of thee is cheered | M |
| Our own our royal Saint thy memory rests | L |
| On many a prayer the more for thee endeared | N |
| - | |
| True son of our dear Mother early taught | O |
| With her to worship and for her to die | D |
| Nursed in her aisles to more than kingly thought | O |
| Oft in her solemn hours we dream thee nigh | D |
| - | |
| For thou didst love to trace her daily lore | P |
| And where we look for comfort or for calm | Q |
| Over the self same lines to bend and pour | P |
| Thy heart with hers in some victorious psalm | R |
| - | |
| And well did she thy loyal love repay | S |
| When all forsook her Angels still were nigh | D |
| Chained and bereft and on thy funeral way | S |
| Straight to the Cross she turned thy dying eye | D |
| - | |
| And yearly now before the Martyrs' King | T |
| For thee she offers her maternal tears | U |
| Calls us like thee to His dear feet to cling | T |
| And bury in His wounds our earthly fears | V |
| - | |
| The Angels hear and there is mirth in Heaven | W |
| Fit prelude of the joy when spirits won | W |
| Like those to patient Faith shall rise forgiven | W |
| And at their Saviour's knees thy bright example own | H |
John Keble
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about King Charles The Martyr poem by John Keble
Best Poems of John Keble