Only A Private Killed Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AB CDADEFEF GCGCAHIH JKAKLCMC NONOAPAP LNINCQCQ RSBSTDAD PABAMDUD VWVWADAD AXWXADAD

The soldier was Louis Mitchell of Co st Minn VolsA
killed in a skirmish near Ball's Bluff OctoberB
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We've had a brush the Captain saidC
And Rebel blood we've spilledD
We came off victors with the lossA
Of only a private killedD
Ah said the orderly it was hotE
Then he breathed a heavy breathF
Poor fellow he was badly shotE
Then bayoneted to deathF
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And now was hushed the martial dinG
The saucy foe had fledC
They brought the private's body inG
I went to see the deadC
For I could not think our Rebel foesA
So valiant in the vanH
So boastful of their chivalryI
Could kill a wounded manH
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A musket ball had pierced his thighJ
A frightful crushing woundK
And then with savage bayonetsA
They pinned him to the groundK
One deadly thrust drove through the heartL
Another through the headC
Three times they stabbed his pulseless breastM
When he lay cold and deadC
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His hair was matted with his goreN
His hands were clinched with mightO
As if he still his musket boreN
So firmly in the fightO
He had grasped the foemen's bayonetsA
Their murderous thrusts to fendP
They raised the coat cape from his faceA
And lo it was my friendP
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Think what a shudder chilled my heartL
'Twas but the day beforeN
We laughed together merrilyI
As we talked of days of yoreN
How happy we shall be he saidC
When the war is o'er and whenQ
With victory's song and victory's treadC
We all march home againQ
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Ah little he dreamed that soldier braveR
So near his journey's goalS
How soon a heavenly messengerB
Would claim his Christian soulS
But he fell like a hero fightingT
And hearts with grief are filledD
And honor is his tho' the Captain saysA
Only a private killedD
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I knew him well he was my friendP
He loved our land and lawsA
And he fell a blessed martyrB
To our Country's holy causeA
And I know a cottage in the WestM
Where eyes with tears are filledD
As they read the careless telegramU
Only a private killedD
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Comrades bury him under the oakV
Wrapped in his army blueW
He is done with the battle's din and smokeV
With drill and the proud reviewW
And the time will come ere long perchanceA
When our blood will thus be spilledD
And what care we if the Captain sayA
Only a private killedD
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For the glorious Old Flag beckonsA
We have pledged her heart and handX
And we'll brave even death to rescueW
Our dear old FatherlandX
We ask not praise nor honorsA
Then as each grave is filledD
What care we if the Captain sayA
Only a private killedD

Hanford Lennox Gordon



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