The Day Of Battle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis


Far I hear the bugle blowA
To call me where I would not goA
And the guns begin the songB
'Soldier fly or stay for long 'C
Comrade if to turn and flyD
Made a soldier never dieD
Fly I would for who would notE
'Tis sure no pleasure to be shotE
But since the man that runs awayF
Lives to die another dayF
And cowards' funerals when they comeG
Are not wept so well at homeH
Therefore though the best is badI
Stand and do the best my ladI
Stand and fight and see your slainJ
And take the bullet in your brainJ

Alfred Edward Housman


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