Donelson Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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The bitter cup | B |
Of that hard countermand | C |
Which gave the Envoys up | B |
Still was wormwood in the mouth | D |
And clouds involved the land | C |
When pelted by sleet in the icy street | C |
About the bulletin board a band | C |
Of eager anxious people met | C |
And every wakeful heart was set | C |
On latest news from West or South | D |
No seeing here cries one don't crowd | C |
You tall man pray you read aloud | C |
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IMPORTANT | C |
We learn that General Grant | C |
Marching from Henry overland | C |
And joined by a force up the Cumberland sent | C |
Some thirty thousand the command | C |
On Wednesday a good position won | E |
Began the siege of Donelson | E |
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The stronghold crowns a river bluff | F |
A good broad mile of leveled top | G |
Inland the ground rolls off | H |
Deep gorged and rocky and broken up | B |
A wilderness of trees and brush | I |
The spaded summit shows the roods | J |
Of fixed intrenchments in their hush | I |
Breast works and rifle pits in woods | J |
Perplex the base | J |
The welcome weather | K |
Is clear and mild 'tis much like May | L |
The ancient boughs that lace together | K |
Along the stream and hang far forth | M |
Strange with green mistletoe betray | L |
A dreamy contrast to the North | M |
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Our troops are full of spirits say | L |
The siege won't prove a creeping one | E |
They purpose not the lingering stay | L |
Of old beleaguerers not that way | L |
But full of vim from Western prairies won | E |
They'll make ere long a dash at Donelson | E |
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Washed by the storm till the paper grew | N |
Every shade of a streaky blue | N |
That bulletin stood The next day brought | C |
A second | C |
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LATER FROM THE FORT | C |
Grant's investment is complete | C |
A semicircular one | E |
Both wings the Cumberland's margin meet | C |
Then backwkard curving clasp the rebel seat | C |
On Wednesday this good work was done | E |
But of the doers some lie prone | O |
Each wood each hill each glen was fought for | P |
The bold inclosing line we wrought for | P |
Flamed with sharpshooters Each cliff cost | C |
A limb or life But back we forced | C |
Reserves and all made good our hold | C |
And so we rest | C |
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Events unfold | C |
On Thursday added ground was won | E |
A long bold steep we near the Den | Q |
Later the foe came shouting down | R |
In sortie which was quelled and then | Q |
We stormed them on their left | C |
A chilly change in the afternoon | S |
The sky late clear is now bereft | C |
Of sun Last night the ground froze hard | C |
Rings to the enemy as they run | E |
Within their works A ramrod bites | J |
The lip it meets The cold incites | J |
To swinging of arms with brisk rebound | C |
Smart blows 'gainst lusty chests resound | C |
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Along the outer line we ward | C |
A crackle of skirmishing goes on | T |
Our lads creep round on hand and knee | A |
They fight from behind each trunk and stone | O |
And sometimes flying for refuge one | E |
Finds 'tis an enemy shares the tree | A |
Some scores are maimed by boughs shot off | H |
In the glades by the Fort's big gun | E |
We mourn the loss of colonel Morrison | E |
Killed while cheering his regiment on | T |
Their far sharpshooters try our stuff | F |
And ours return them puff for puff | F |
'Tis diamond cutting diamond work | U |
Woe on the rebel cannoneer | A |
Who shows his head Our fellows lurk | U |
Like Indians that waylay the deer | A |
By the wild salt spring The sky is dun | E |
Fordooming the fall of Donelson | E |
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Stern weather is all unwonted here | A |
The people of the country own | O |
We brought it Yea the earnest North | M |
Has elementally issued forth | M |
To storm this Donelson | E |
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FURTHER | A |
A yelling rout | C |
Of ragamuffins broke profuse | J |
To day from out the Fort | C |
Sole uniform they wore a sort | C |
Of patch or white badge as you choose | J |
Upon the arm But leading these | J |
Or mingling were men of face | J |
And bearing of patrician race | J |
Splendid in courage and gold lace | J |
The officers Before the breeze | J |
Made by their charge down went our line | V |
But rallying charged back in force | J |
And broke the sally yet with loss | J |
This on the left upon the right | C |
Meanwhile there was an answering fight | C |
Assailants and assailed reversed | C |
The charge too upward and not down | R |
Up a steep ridge side toward its crown | R |
A strong redoubt But they who first | C |
Gained the fort's base and marked the trees | J |
Felled heaped in horned perplexities | J |
And shagged with brush and swarming there | A |
Fierce wasps whose sting was present death | W |
They faltered drawing bated breath | W |
And felt it was in vain to dare | A |
Yet still perforce returned the ball | X |
Firing into the tangled wall | X |
Till ordered to come down They came | Y |
But left some comrades in their fame | Y |
Red on the ridge in icy wreath | Z |
And hanging gardens of cold Death | W |
But not quite unavenged these fell | A2 |
Our ranks once out of range a blast | C |
Of shrapnel and quick shell | A2 |
Burst on the rebel horde still massed | C |
Scattering them pell mell | A2 |
This fighting judging what we read | C |
Both charge and countercharge | B2 |
Would seem but Thursday's told at large | B2 |
Before in brief reported Ed | C |
Night closed in about the Den | Q |
Murky and lowering Ere long chill rains | J |
A night not soon to be forgot | C |
Reviving old rheumatic pains | J |
And longings for a cot | C |
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No blankets overcoats or tents | J |
Coats thrown aside on the warm march here | A |
We looked not then for changeful cheer | A |
Tents coats and blankets too much care | A |
No fires a fire a mark presents | J |
Near by the trees show bullet dents | J |
Rations were eaten cold and raw | A |
The men well soaked come snow and more | A |
A midnight sally Small sleeping done | E |
But such is war | A |
No matter we'll have Fort Donelson | E |
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Ugh ugh | C2 |
'Twill drag along drag along | D2 |
Growled a cross patriot in the throng | D2 |
His battered umbrella like an ambulance cover | A |
Riddled with bullet holes spattered all over | A |
Hurrah for Grant cried a stripling shrill | E2 |
Three urchins joined him with a will | E2 |
And some of taller stature cheered | C |
Meantime a Copperhead passed he sneered | C |
Win or lose he pausing said | C |
Caps fly the same all boys mere boys | J |
Any thing to make a noise | J |
Like to see the list of the dead | C |
These 'craven Southerners' hold out | C |
Ay ay they'll give you many a bout | C |
We'll beat in the end sir | A |
Firmly said one in staid rebuke | F2 |
A solid merchant square and stout | C |
And do you think it that way tend sir | A |
Asked the lean Cooperhead with a look | G2 |
Of splenetic pity Yes I do | N |
His yellow death's head the croaker shook | G2 |
The country's ruined that I know | H2 |
A shower of broken ice and snow | H2 |
In lieu of words confuted him | I2 |
They saw him hustled round the corner go | H2 |
And each by stander said Well suited him | I2 |
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Next day another crowd was seen | J2 |
In the dark weather's sleety spleen | J2 |
Bald headed to the storm came out | C |
A man who 'mid a joyous shout | C |
Silently posted this brief sheet | C |
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GLORIOUS VICTORY OF THE FLEET | C |
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FRIDAY'S GREAT EVENT | C |
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THE ENEMY'S WATER BATTERIES BEAT | C |
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WE SILENCED EVERY GUN | E |
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THE OLD COMMODORE'S COMPLIMENTS SENT | C |
PLUMP INTO DONELSON | E |
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Well well go on exclaimed the crowd | C |
To him who thus much read aloud | C |
That's all he said What nothing more | A |
Enough for a cheer though hip hurrah | A |
But here's old Baldy come again | Q |
More news And now a different strain | K2 |
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Our own reporter a dispatch compiles | J |
As best he may from varied sources | J |
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Large re enforcements have arrived | C |
Munitions men and horses | J |
For Grant and all debarked with stores | J |
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The enemy's field works extend six miles | J |
The gate still hid so well contrived | C |
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Yesterday stung us frozen shores | J |
Snow clad and through the drear defiles | J |
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And over the desolate ridges blew | N |
A Lapland wind | C |
The main affair | A |
Was a good two hours' steady fight | C |
Between our gun boats and the Fort | C |
The Louisville's wheel was smashed outright | C |
A hundred and twenty eight pound ball | X |
Came planet like through a starboard port | C |
Killing three men and wounding all | X |
The rest of that gun's crew | N |
The captain of the gun was cut in two | N |
Then splintering and ripping went | C |
Nothing could be its continent | C |
In the narrow stream the Louisville | E2 |
Unhelmed grew lawless swung around | C |
And would have thumped and drifted till | E2 |
All the fleet was driven aground | C |
But for the timely order to retire | A |
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Some damage from our fire 'tis thought | C |
Was done the water batteries of the Fort | C |
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Little else took place that day | L |
Except the field artillery in line | V |
Would now and then for love they say | L |
Exchange a valentine | V |
The old sharpshooting going on | T |
Some plan afoot as yet unknown | O |
So Friday closed round Donelson | E |
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LATER | A |
Great suffering through the night | C |
A stinging one Our heedless boys | J |
Were nipped like blossoms Some dozen | E |
Hapless wounded men were frozen | E |
During day being struck down out of sight | C |
And help cries drowned in roaring noise | J |
They were left just where the skirmish shifted | C |
Left in dense underbrush now drifted | C |
Some seeking to crawl in crippled plight | C |
So stiffened perished | C |
Yet in spite | C |
Of pangs for these no heart is lost | C |
Hungry and clothing stiff with frost | C |
Our men declare a nearing sun | E |
Shall see the fall of Donelson | E |
And this they say yet not disown | O |
The dark redoubts round Donelson | E |
And ice glazed corpses each a stone | O |
A sacrifice to Donelson | E |
They swear it and swerve not gazing on | T |
A flag deemed black flying from Donelson | E |
Some of the wounded in the wood | C |
Were cared for by the foe last night | C |
Though he could do them little needed good | C |
Himself being all in shivering plight | C |
The rebel is wrong but human yet | C |
He's got a heart and thrusts a bayonet | C |
He gives us battle with wondrous will | E2 |
The bluff's a perverted Bunker Hill | E2 |
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The stillness stealing through the throng | D2 |
The silent thought and dismal fear revealed | C |
They turned and went | C |
Musing on right and wrong | D2 |
And mysteries dimly sealed | C |
Breasting the storm in daring discontent | C |
The storm whose black flag showed in heaven | E |
As if to say no quarter there was given | E |
To wounded men in wood | C |
Or true hearts yearning for the good | C |
All fatherless seemed the human soul | L2 |
But next day brought a bitterer bowl | L2 |
On the bulletin board this stood | C |
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Saturday morning at A M | M2 |
A stir within the Fort betrayed | C |
That the rebels were getting under arms | J |
Some plot these early birds had laid | C |
But a lancing sleet cut him who stared | C |
Into the storm After some vague alarms | J |
Which left our lads unscared | C |
Out sallied the enemy at dim of dawn | N2 |
With cavalry and artillery and went | C |
In fury at our environment | C |
Under cover of shot and shell | A2 |
Three columns of infantry rolled on | T |
Vomited out of Donelson | E |
Rolled down the slopes like rivers of hell | A2 |
Surged at our line and swelled and poured | C |
Like breaking surf But unsubmerged | C |
Our men stood up except where roared | C |
The enemy through one gap We urged | C |
Our all of manhood to the stress | J |
But still showed shattered in our desperateness | J |
Back set the tide | C |
But soon afresh rolled in | O2 |
And so it swayed from side to side | C |
Far batteries joining in the din | O2 |
Though sharing in another fray | L |
Till all became an Indian fight | C |
Intricate dusky stretching far away | L |
Yet not without spontaneous plan | P2 |
However tangled showed the plight | C |
Duels all over 'tween man and man | P2 |
Duels on cliff side and down in ravine | J2 |
Duels at long range and bone to bone | O |
Duels every where flitting and half unseen | J2 |
Only by courage good as their own | O |
And strength outlasting theirs | J |
Did our boys at last drive the rebels off | H |
Yet they went not back to their distant lairs | J |
In strong hold but loud in scoff | H |
Maintained themselves on conquered ground | C |
Uplands built works or stalked around | C |
Our right wing bore this onset Noon | S |
Brought calm to Donelson | E |
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The reader ceased the storm beat hard | C |
'Twas day but the office gas was lit | C |
Nature retained her sulking fit | C |
In her hand the shard | C |
Flitting faces took the hue | N |
Of that washed bulletin board in view | N |
And seemed to bear the public grief | Q2 |
As private and uncertain of relief | Q2 |
Yea many an earnest heart was won | E |
As broodingly he plodded on | T |
To find in himself some bitter thing | R2 |
Some hardness in his lot as harrowing | R2 |
As Donelson | E |
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That night the board stood barren there | A |
Oft eyes by wistful people passing | R2 |
Who nothing saw but the rain beads chasing | R2 |
Each other down the wafered square | A |
As down some storm beat grave yard stone | O |
But next day showed | C |
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MORE NEWS LAST NIGHT | C |
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STORY OF SATURDAY AFTERNOON | S |
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VICISSITUDES OF THE WAR | A |
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The damaged gun boats can't wage fight | C |
For days so says the Commodore | A |
Thus no diversion can be had | C |
Under a sunless sky of lead | C |
Our grim faced boys in blacked plight | C |
Gaze toward the ground they held before | A |
And then on Grant He marks their mood | C |
And hails it and will turn the same to good | C |
Spite all that they have undergone | N2 |
Their desperate hearts are set upon | T |
This winter fort this stubborn fort | C |
This castle of the last resort | C |
This Donelson | E |
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P M | M2 |
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An order given | E |
Requires withdrawal from the front | C |
Of regiments that bore the brunt | C |
Of morning's fray Their ranks all riven | E |
Are being replaced by fresh strong men | Q |
Great vigilance in the foeman's Den | Q |
He snuffs the stormers Need it is | J |
That for that fell assault of his | J |
That rout inflicted and self scorn | S2 |
Immoderate in noble natures torn | S2 |
By sense of being through slackness overborne | S2 |
The rebel be given a quick return | S2 |
The kindest face looks now half stern | S2 |
Balked of their prey in airs that freeze | J |
Some fierce ones glare like savages | J |
And yet and yet strange moments are | A |
Well blood and tears and anguished War | A |
The morning's battle ground is seen | S2 |
In lifted glades like meadows rare | A |
The blood drops on the snow crust there | A |
Like clover in the white week show | H2 |
Flushed fields of death that call again | S2 |
Call to our men and not in vain | S2 |
For that way must the stormers go | H2 |
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P M | M2 |
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The work begins | J |
Light drifts of men thrown forward fade | C |
In skirmish line along the slope | T2 |
Where some dislodgments must be made | C |
Ere the stormer with the strong hold cope | T2 |
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Lew Wallace moving to retake | U2 |
The heights late lost | C |
Herewith a break | U2 |
Storms at the West derange the wires | J |
Doubtless ere morning we shall hear | A |
The end we look for news to cheer | A |
Let Hope fan all her fires | J |
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Next day in large bold hand was seen | S2 |
The closing bulletin | S2 |
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VICTORY | A |
Our troops have retrieved the day | L |
By one grand surge along the line | S2 |
The spirit that urged them was divine | S2 |
The first works flooded naught could stay | L |
The stormers on still on | S2 |
Bayonets for Donelson | S2 |
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Over the ground that morning lost | C |
Rolled the blue billows tempest tossed | C |
Following a hat on the point of a sword | C |
Spite shell and round shot grape and canister | A |
Up they climbed without rail or banister | A |
Up the steep hill sides long and broad | C |
Driving the rebel deep within his works | J |
'Tis nightfall not an enemy lurks | J |
In sight The chafing men | S2 |
Fret for more fight | C |
To night to night let us take the Den | S2 |
But night is treacherous Grant is wary | A |
Of brave blood be a little chary | A |
Patience the Fort is good as won | S2 |
To morrow and into Donelson | S2 |
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LATER AND LAST | C |
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THE FORT IS OURS | J |
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A flag came out at early morn | S2 |
Bringing surrender From their towers | J |
Floats out the banner late their scorn | S2 |
In Dover hut and house are full | V2 |
Of rebels dead or dying | R2 |
The national flag is flying | R2 |
From the crammed court house pinnacle | W2 |
Great boat loads of our wounded go | H2 |
To day to Nashville The sleet winds blow | H2 |
But all is right the fight is won | S2 |
The winter fight for Donelson | S2 |
Hurrah | A |
The spell of old defeat is broke | X2 |
The Habit of victory begun | S2 |
Grant strikes the war's first sounding stroke | X2 |
At Donelson | S2 |
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For lists of killed and wounded see | A |
The morrow's dispatch to day 'tis victory | A |
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The man who read this to the crowd | C |
Shouted as the end he gained | C |
And though the unflagging tempest rained | C |
They answered him aloud | C |
And hand grasped hand and glances met | C |
In happy triumph eyes grew wet | C |
O to the punches brewed that night | C |
Went little water Windows bright | C |
Beamed rosy on the sleet without | C |
And from the deep street came the frequent shout | C |
While some in prayer as these in glee | A |
Blessed heaven for the winter victory | A |
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But others were who wakeful laid | C |
In midnight beds and early rose | J |
And feverish in the foggy snows | J |
Snatched the damp paper wife and maid | C |
The death list like a river flows | J |
Down the pale sheet | C |
And there the whelming waters meet | C |
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Ah God may Time with happy haste | C |
Bring wail and triumph to a waste | C |
And war be done | S2 |
The battle flag staff fall athwart | C |
The curs'd ravine and wither naught | C |
Be left of trench or gun | S2 |
The bastion let it ebb away | L |
Washed with the river bed and Day | L |
In vain seek Donelson | S2 |
Herman Melville
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