The Last Redoubt Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFG HHII JJKK LLMM FFNN GG O AAPP QRSS TTUU VVW XXS YYZ NNMM

Kacelyevo's slope still feltA
The cannon's bolt and the rifles' peltA
For a last redoubt up the hill remainedB
By the Russ yet held by the Turk not gainedB
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Mehemet Ali stroked his beardC
His lips were clinched and his look was weirdC
Round him were ranks of his ragged folkD
Their faces blackened with blood and smokeD
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Clear me the Muscovite out '' he criedE
Then the name of Allah '' resounded wideE
And the rifles were clutched and the bayonets loweredF
And on to the last redoubt they pouredG
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One fell and a second quickly stoppedH
The gap that he left when he reeled and droppedH
The second a third straight filled his placeI
The third and a fourth kept up the raceI
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Many a fez in the mud was crushedJ
Many a throat that cheered was hushedJ
Many a heart that sought the crestK
Found Allah's throne and a houri's breastK
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Over their corpses the living sprangL
And the ridge with their musket rattle rangL
Till the faces that lined the last redoubtM
Could see their faces and hear their shoutM
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In the redoubt a fair form toweredF
That cheered up the brave and chid the cowardF
Brandishing blade with a gallant airN
His head erect and his temples bareN
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Fly they are on us '' his men imploredG
But he waved them on with his waving swordG
It cannot be held 'tis no shame to go ''-
But he stood with his face set hard to the foeO
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Then clung they about him and tugged and kneltA
He drew a pistol out from his beltA
And fired it blank at the first that setP
Foot on the edge of the parapetP
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Over that first one toppled but onQ
Clambered the rest till their bayonets shoneR
As hurriedly fled his men dismayedS
Not a bayonet's length from the length of his bladeS
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Yield '' But aloft his steel he flashedT
And down on their steel it ringing clashedT
Then back he reeled with a bladeless hiltU
His honour full but his life blood spiltU
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Mehemet Ali came and sawV
The riddled breast and the tender jawV
Make him a bier of your arms '' he saidW
And daintily bury this dainty dead ''-
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They lifted him up from the dabbled groundX
His limbs were shapely and soft and roundX
No down on his lip on his cheek no shadeS
Bismillah '' they cried 'tis an Infidel maid ''-
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Dig her a grave where she stood and fellY
'Gainst the jackal's scratch and the vulture's smellY
Did the Muscovite men like their maidens fightZ
In their lines we had scarcely supped to night ''-
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So a deeper trench 'mong the trenches thereN
Was dug for the form as brave as fairN
And none till the Judgment trump and shoutM
Shall drive her out of the Last RedoubtM

Alfred Austin



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