The Friends Of The Fallen Fortunes Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 3 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

Wonderful Women
by Umaru Kanneh Boima
Freedom To Scratch In Peace
by Olute Aete
Happy New Year
by Felix Menda
Human Beings
by Dana Graslie
Lust
by Wisdom Greatness
An Isolated Tree's Song
by Sayeed Abubakar
A Strange Boy
by Sayeed Abubakar
O Soil
by Sayeed Abubakar
No War, No War-monger
by Sayeed Abubakar
Night's Town
by Sayeed Abubakar

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2414 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

The battlefield behind us	A
And night loomed on the track	B
The Friends of Fallen Fortunes	C
Were riding at my back	B
Save those who lay face upward	D
Upon the sodden plain	E
Not one of all I'd trusted	F
Was missing from my train	E
	-
A draggled train and blood stained	G
With helmets dented in	H
With battered loosened armour	I
But with a cheerful grin	H
No dark look bent upon me	J
I noted to my shame	K
That Friends of Fallen Fortunes	C
Are aye the last to blame	K
	-
	-
Not one of all I'd trusted	F
Who'd followed to their cost	L
Save those who lay face upward	D
On that red field I'd lost	M
And here and there a soldier	I
I'd trusted not at all	N
Like an unexpected mourner	I
At a poor man's funeral	O
	-
And as the horses stumbled	P
And the footmen limped along	Q
They all joined in the chorus	A
Of a good old Next Time song	Q
Behind us in the distance	R
By hill and lane and wood	S
My ever dwindling rear guard	T
Fell back again and stood	S
	-
They recked not wounds nor losses	U
They all seemed very kind	V
From knight who rode beside me	J
To boor who limped behind	V
And some borne in their litters	W
Through that long agony	J
Their death white pain drawn faces	U
Had no reproach for me	J
	-
And so from noon till darkness	A
Till morning grim and grey	X
The Earl's son and the Peasant's	A
Were brothers that dark day	X
I straightened in my saddle	O
And proudly glanced me round	Y
I still was King of Comrades	A
Whoever might be crowned	Y
	-
I straightened in my saddle	O
And glanced round proudly then	Z
Whoe'er might reign a season	A2
I held the hearts of men	Z
No power of gold can buy them	B2
While battles shall be fought	C2
The Friends of Fallen Fortunes	A
Are never to be bought	D2
	-
Through rain and marsh and hunger	I
To what their fate might bring	E2
The remnants of my legions	A
Toiled on to join their King	E2
From north and south the captains	A
Of scattered bands won through	F2
Beneath its beaten colours	A
My beaten army grew	F2
	-
And in the West before us	A
The West was ever thus	A
More Friends of Fallen Fortunes	A
Were gathering food for us	A
For refuge and for succour	F2
For safety food and rest	G2
The best of beaten armies	A
For ever seek the West	G2
	-
	-
With these men for my captains	A
When we marched east again	Z
Our enemies were scattered	D
Like dust across the plain	E
Our city lay before us	A
And as we marched along	Q
We joined the grand old chorus	A
Of the glorious Next Time song	Q
And though they wear no armour	F2
And bear no blade nor bill	H2
The Friends of Fallen Fortunes	A
Are riding with me still	H2
And many times defeated	I2
By city field and sea	A
The Friends of Fallen Fortunes	A
March on to Victory	A

Henry Lawson

The Friends Of The Fallen Fortunes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Write your comment about The Friends Of The Fallen Fortunes poem by Henry Lawson

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets