The Firing-line Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDBB EEBB FFBB GGBB HHBBThey are creeping on through the cornfields yet and they clamber amongst the rocks | A |
Ere they rush to stab with the bayonet and smash with the rifle stocks | A |
And many are wounded many are dead some reel as if drunk with wine | B |
And fling them down on a blood stained bed and sleep in the firing line | B |
And they dream perhaps of the days shut back while the shrapnel shrieks and crashes | C |
And field guns hammer and rifles crack and the blood of a comrade splashes | D |
In horrible shambles they rest a while from murder by right divine | B |
They curse or jest and they frown or smile and they dream in the firing line | B |
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In the dreadful din of a ghastly fight they are shooting murdering men | E |
In the smothering silence of ghastly peace we murder with tongue and pen | E |
Where is heard the tap of the typewriter where the track of reform they mine | B |
Where they stand to the frame or the linotype we are all in the firingline | B |
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Weary and parched in the world old war we are fighting with quivering nerves | F |
The dead are our fathers who charged before and the children are our reserves | F |
In the world old war with the world old wrongs that shall last while the stars still shine | B |
My comrades and I who would sing their songs are all in the firing line | B |
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There are some of us cowards who hug the ground and some of us reckless who jest | G |
And some of us careless who slumber sound and some of us weary who rest | G |
There are some of us dreamers whose beds seem soft and O heart O friend of mine | B |
The brightest and bravest of earth too oft lie drunk in the firing line | B |
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But the sleeper may wake ere the fort we storm and the coward be first to dare | H |
And the weak grow strong and the drunkard reform and the dreamer strike hardest there | H |
God give me strength in my country s need though shame and disgrace be mine | B |
And death be certain to rise and lead when we charge from the firing line | B |
Henry Lawson
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