The Battle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABCBDDEEFGF HHHHIIIJJKL KKDDMMHNOPPQQRRSSDDT TKL UUVVWWXXWYYTTKL VHVHZOOZTTA2A2KL

Heavy and solemnA
A cloudy columnA
Through the green plain they marching cameB
Measure less spread like a table dreadC
For the wild grim dice of the iron gameB
The looks are bent on the shaking groundD
And the heart beats loud with a knelling soundD
Swift by the breasts that must bear the bruntE
Gallops the major along the frontE
HaltF
And fettered they stand at the stark commandG
And the warriors silent haltF
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Proud in the blush of morning glowingH
What on the hill top shines in flowingH
See you the foeman's banners wavingH
We see the foeman's banners wavingH
God be with ye children and wifeI
Hark to the music the trump and the fifeI
How they ring through the ranks which they rouse to the strifeI
Thrilling they sound with their glorious toneJ
Thrilling they go through the marrow and boneJ
Brothers God grant when this life is o'erK
In the life to come that we meet once moreL
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See the smoke how the lightning is cleaving asunderK
Hark the guns peal on peal how they boom in their thunderK
From host to host with kindling soundD
The shouting signal circles roundD
Ay shout it forth to life or deathM
Freer already breathes the breathM
The war is waging slaughter ragingH
And heavy through the reeking pallN
The iron death dice fallO
Nearer they close foes upon foesP
Ready From square to square it goesP
Down on the knee they sankQ
And fire comes sharp from the foremost rankQ
Many a man to the earth it sentR
Many a gap by the balls is rentR
O'er the corpse before springs the hinder manS
That the line may not fail to the fearless vanS
To the right to the left and around and aroundD
Death whirls in its dance on the bloody groundD
God's sunlight is quenched in the fiery fightT
Over the hosts falls a brooding nightT
Brothers God grant when this life is o'erK
In the life to come that we meet once moreL
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The dead men lie bathed in the weltering bloodU
And the living are blent in the slippery floodU
And the feet as they reeling and sliding goV
Stumble still on the corpses that sleep belowV
What Francis Give Charlotte my last farewellW
As the dying man murmurs the thunders swellW
I'll give Oh God are their guns so nearX
Ho comrades yon volley look sharp to the rearX
I'll give thy Charlotte thy last farewellW
Sleep soft where death thickest descendeth in rainY
The friend thou forsakest thy side shall regainY
Hitherward thitherward reels the fightT
Dark and more darkly day glooms into nightT
Brothers God grant when this life is o'erK
In the life to come that we meet once moreL
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Hark to the hoofs that galloping goV
The adjutant flyingH
The horsemen press hard on the panting foeV
Their thunder booms in dyingH
VictoryZ
The terror has seized on the dastards allO
And their colors fallO
VictoryZ
Closed is the brunt of the glorious fightT
And the day like a conqueror bursts on the nightT
Trumpet and fife swelling choral alongA2
The triumph already sweeps marching in songA2
Farewell fallen brothers though this life be o'erK
There's another in which we shall meet you once moreL

Friedrich Schiller



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