Charge Of The Black-horse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFFGHIIBBCCAJ KKKLIMNOOEECC PPHHIIQQFirst battle of Bull Run | A |
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Our columns are broken defeated and fled | B |
We are gathered a few from the flying and dead | B |
Where the green flag is up and our wounded remain | C |
Imploring for water and groaning in pain | C |
Lo the blood spattered bosom the shot shattered limb | D |
The hand clutch of fear as the vision grows dim | D |
The half uttered prayer and the blood fettered breath | E |
The cold marble brow and the calm face of death | E |
O proud were these forms at the dawning of morn | F |
When they sprang to the call of the shrill bugle horn | F |
There are mothers and wives that await them afar | G |
God help them Is this then the glory of war | H |
But hark hear the cries from the field of despair | I |
The Black Horse are charging the fugitives there | I |
They gallop the field o'er the dying and dead | B |
And their blades with the blood of their victims are red | B |
The cries of the fallen and flying are vain | C |
They saber the wounded and trample the slain | C |
And the plumes of the riders wave red in the sun | A |
As they stoop for the stroke and the murder goes on | J |
They halt for a moment they form and they stand | K |
Then with sabers aloft they ride down on our band | K |
Like the samiel that sweeps o'er Arabia's sand | K |
Halt down with your sabers the dying are here | L |
Let the foeman respect while the friend sheds a tear | I |
Nay the merciless butchers were thirsting for blood | M |
And mad for the murder still onward they rode | N |
Stand firm and be ready Our brave gallant few | O |
Have faced to the foe and our rifles are true | O |
Fire a score of grim riders go down in a breath | E |
At the flash of our guns in the tempest of death | E |
They wheel and they clutch in despair at the mane | C |
They reel in their saddles and fall to the plain | C |
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The riderless steeds wild with wounds and with fear | P |
Dash away o'er the field in unbridled career | P |
Their stirrups swing loose and their manes are all gore | H |
From the mad cavaliers that shall ride them no more | H |
Of the hundred so bold that rode down on us there | I |
But few rode away with the tale of despair | I |
Their proud plumed comrades so reckless alas | Q |
Slept their long dreamless sleep on the blood spattered grass | Q |
Hanford Lennox Gordon
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