The Guides At Cabul Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCCDD EFEFFGG HIHIIJJ KLMLLNN OPOPPQQ RSRSSTT| A | |
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| Sons of the Island race wherever ye dwell | B |
| Who speak of your fathers' battles with lips that burn | C |
| The deed of an alien legion hear me tell | B |
| And think not shame from the hearts ye tamed to learn | C |
| When succour shall fail and the tide for a season turn | C |
| To fight with joyful courage a passionate pride | D |
| To die at last as the Guides of Cabul died | D |
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| For a handful of seventy men in a barrack of mud | E |
| Foodless waterless dwindling one by one | F |
| Answered a thousand yelling for English blood | E |
| With stormy volleys that swept them gunner from gun | F |
| And charge on charge in the glare of the Afghan sun | F |
| Till the walls were shattered wherein they couched at bay | G |
| And dead or dying half of the seventy lay | G |
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| Twice they had taken the cannon that wrecked their hold | H |
| Twice toiled in vain to drag it back | I |
| Thrice they toiled and alone wary and bold | H |
| Whirling a hurricane sword to scatter the rack | I |
| Hamilton last of the English covered their track | I |
| Never give in he cried and he heard them shout | J |
| And grappled with death as a man that knows not doubt | J |
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| And the Guides looked down from their smouldering barrack again | K |
| And behold a banner of truce and a voice that spoke | L |
| Come for we know that the English all are slain | M |
| We keep no feud with men of a kindred folk | L |
| Rejoice with us to be free of the conqueror's yolk | L |
| Silence fell for a moment then was heard | N |
| A sound of laughter and scorn and an answering word | N |
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| Is it we or the lords we serve who have earned this wrong | O |
| That ye call us to flinch from the battle they bade us fight | P |
| We that live do ye doubt that our hands are strong | O |
| They that are fallen ye know that their blood was bright | P |
| Think ye the Guides will barter for lust of the light | P |
| The pride of an ancient people in warfare bred | Q |
| Honour of comrades living and faith to the dead | Q |
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| Then the joy that spurs the warrior's heart | R |
| To the last thundering gallop and sheer leap | S |
| Came on the men of the Guides they flung apart | R |
| The doors not all their valour could longer keep | S |
| They dressed their slender line they breathed deep | S |
| And with never a foot lagging or head bent | T |
| To the clash and clamour and dust of death they went | T |
Henry John Newbolt, Sir
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