Keenan's Charge Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCAAC DEFGGF HHIJJI KKLMNL OOPQQP RRASSA TTUVVU JJWXYW RRKK ZZA2A2 B2B2C2C2D2D2 RRE2E2RR F2F2G2G2H2H2I2I2 RRJ2J2B2 B2 B2B2B2B2 K2H2H2K2RRKK| CHANCELLORSVILLE MAY | A |
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| I | - |
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| The sun had set | B |
| The leaves with dew were wet | B |
| Down fell a bloody dusk | C |
| On the woods that second of May | A |
| Where Stonewall's corps like a beast of prey | A |
| Tore through with angry tusk | C |
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| They've trapped us boys | D |
| Rose from our flank a voice | E |
| With a rush of steel and smoke | F |
| On came the rebels straight | G |
| Eager as love and wild as hate | G |
| And our line reeled and broke | F |
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| Broke and fled | H |
| No one stayed but the dead | H |
| With curses shrieks and cries | I |
| Horses and wagons and men | J |
| Tumbled back through the shuddering glen | J |
| And above us the fading skies | I |
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| There's one hope still | K |
| Those batteries parked on the hill | K |
| Battery wheel 'mid the roar | L |
| Pass pieces fix prolonge to fire | M |
| Retiring Trot In the panic dire | N |
| A bugle rings Trot and no more | L |
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| The horses plunged | O |
| The cannon lurched and lunged | O |
| To join the hopeless rout | P |
| But suddenly rode a form | Q |
| Calmly in front of the human storm | Q |
| With a stern commanding shout | P |
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| Align those guns | R |
| We knew it was Pleasonton's | R |
| The cannoneers bent to obey | A |
| And worked with a will at his word | S |
| And the black guns moved as if they had heard | S |
| But ah the dread delay | A |
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| To wait is crime | T |
| O God for ten minutes' time | T |
| The General looked around | U |
| There Keenan sat like a stone | V |
| With his three hundred horse alone | V |
| Less shaken than the ground | U |
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| Major your men | J |
| Are soldiers General Then | J |
| Charge Major Do your best | W |
| Hold the enemy back at all cost | X |
| Till my guns are placed else the army is lost | Y |
| You die to save the rest | W |
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| II | - |
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| By the shrouded gleam of the western skies | R |
| Brave Keenan looked into Pleasonton's eyes | R |
| For an instant clear and cool and still | K |
| Then with a smile he said I will | K |
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| Cavalry charge Not a man of them shrank | Z |
| Their sharp full cheer from rank on rank | Z |
| Rose joyously with a willing breath | A2 |
| Rose like a greeting hail to death | A2 |
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| Then forward they sprang and spurred and clashed | B2 |
| Shouted the officers crimson sash'd | B2 |
| Rode well the men each brave as his fellow | C2 |
| In their faded coats of the blue and yellow | C2 |
| And above in the air with an instinct true | D2 |
| Like a bird of war their pennon flew | D2 |
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| With clank of scabbards and thunder of steeds | R |
| And blades that shine like sunlit reeds | R |
| And strong brown faces bravely pale | E2 |
| For fear their proud attempt shall fail | E2 |
| Three hundred Pennsylvanians close | R |
| On twice ten thousand gallant foes | R |
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| Line after line the troopers came | F2 |
| To the edge of the wood that was ring'd with flame | F2 |
| Rode in and sabred and shot and fell | G2 |
| Nor came one back his wounds to tell | G2 |
| And full in the midst rose Keenan tall | H2 |
| In the gloom like a martyr awaiting his fall | H2 |
| While the circle stroke of his sabre swung | I2 |
| 'Round his head like a halo there luminous hung | I2 |
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| Line after line aye whole platoons | R |
| Struck dead in their saddles of brave dragoons | R |
| By the maddened horses were onward borne | J2 |
| And into the vortex flung trampled and torn | J2 |
| As Keenan fought with his men side by side | B2 |
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| So they rode till there were no more to ride | B2 |
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| But over them lying there shattered and mute | B2 |
| What deep echo rolls 'T is a death salute | B2 |
| From the cannon in place for heroes you braved | B2 |
| Your fate not in vain the army was saved | B2 |
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| Over them now year following year | K2 |
| Over their graves the pine cones fall | H2 |
| And the whip poor will chants his spectre call | H2 |
| But they stir not again they raise no cheer | K2 |
| They have ceased But their glory shall never cease | R |
| Nor their light be quenched in the light of peace | R |
| The rush of their charge is resounding still | K |
| That saved the army at Chancellorsville | K |
George Parsons Lathrop
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