Donelson Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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FebruaryA
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The bitter cupB
Of that hard countermandC
Which gave the Envoys upB
Still was wormwood in the mouthD
And clouds involved the landC
When pelted by sleet in the icy streetC
About the bulletin board a bandC
Of eager anxious people metC
And every wakeful heart was setC
On latest news from West or SouthD
No seeing here cries one don't crowdC
You tall man pray you read aloudC
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IMPORTANTC
We learn that General GrantC
Marching from Henry overlandC
And joined by a force up the Cumberland sentC
Some thirty thousand the commandC
On Wednesday a good position wonE
Began the siege of DonelsonE
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The stronghold crowns a river bluffF
A good broad mile of leveled topG
Inland the ground rolls offH
Deep gorged and rocky and broken upB
A wilderness of trees and brushI
The spaded summit shows the roodsJ
Of fixed intrenchments in their hushI
Breast works and rifle pits in woodsJ
Perplex the baseJ
The welcome weatherK
Is clear and mild 'tis much like MayL
The ancient boughs that lace togetherK
Along the stream and hang far forthM
Strange with green mistletoe betrayL
A dreamy contrast to the NorthM
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Our troops are full of spirits sayL
The siege won't prove a creeping oneE
They purpose not the lingering stayL
Of old beleaguerers not that wayL
But full of vim from Western prairies wonE
They'll make ere long a dash at DonelsonE
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Washed by the storm till the paper grewN
Every shade of a streaky blueN
That bulletin stood The next day broughtC
A secondC
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LATER FROM THE FORTC
Grant's investment is completeC
A semicircular oneE
Both wings the Cumberland's margin meetC
Then backwkard curving clasp the rebel seatC
On Wednesday this good work was doneE
But of the doers some lie proneO
Each wood each hill each glen was fought forP
The bold inclosing line we wrought forP
Flamed with sharpshooters Each cliff costC
A limb or life But back we forcedC
Reserves and all made good our holdC
And so we restC
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Events unfoldC
On Thursday added ground was wonE
A long bold steep we near the DenQ
Later the foe came shouting downR
In sortie which was quelled and thenQ
We stormed them on their leftC
A chilly change in the afternoonS
The sky late clear is now bereftC
Of sun Last night the ground froze hardC
Rings to the enemy as they runE
Within their works A ramrod bitesJ
The lip it meets The cold incitesJ
To swinging of arms with brisk reboundC
Smart blows 'gainst lusty chests resoundC
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Along the outer line we wardC
A crackle of skirmishing goes onT
Our lads creep round on hand and kneeA
They fight from behind each trunk and stoneO
And sometimes flying for refuge oneE
Finds 'tis an enemy shares the treeA
Some scores are maimed by boughs shot offH
In the glades by the Fort's big gunE
We mourn the loss of colonel MorrisonE
Killed while cheering his regiment onT
Their far sharpshooters try our stuffF
And ours return them puff for puffF
'Tis diamond cutting diamond workU
Woe on the rebel cannoneerA
Who shows his head Our fellows lurkU
Like Indians that waylay the deerA
By the wild salt spring The sky is dunE
Fordooming the fall of DonelsonE
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Stern weather is all unwonted hereA
The people of the country ownO
We brought it Yea the earnest NorthM
Has elementally issued forthM
To storm this DonelsonE
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FURTHERA
A yelling routC
Of ragamuffins broke profuseJ
To day from out the FortC
Sole uniform they wore a sortC
Of patch or white badge as you chooseJ
Upon the arm But leading theseJ
Or mingling were men of faceJ
And bearing of patrician raceJ
Splendid in courage and gold laceJ
The officers Before the breezeJ
Made by their charge down went our lineV
But rallying charged back in forceJ
And broke the sally yet with lossJ
This on the left upon the rightC
Meanwhile there was an answering fightC
Assailants and assailed reversedC
The charge too upward and not downR
Up a steep ridge side toward its crownR
A strong redoubt But they who firstC
Gained the fort's base and marked the treesJ
Felled heaped in horned perplexitiesJ
And shagged with brush and swarming thereA
Fierce wasps whose sting was present deathW
They faltered drawing bated breathW
And felt it was in vain to dareA
Yet still perforce returned the ballX
Firing into the tangled wallX
Till ordered to come down They cameY
But left some comrades in their fameY
Red on the ridge in icy wreathZ
And hanging gardens of cold DeathW
But not quite unavenged these fellA2
Our ranks once out of range a blastC
Of shrapnel and quick shellA2
Burst on the rebel horde still massedC
Scattering them pell mellA2
This fighting judging what we readC
Both charge and counterchargeB2
Would seem but Thursday's told at largeB2
Before in brief reported EdC
Night closed in about the DenQ
Murky and lowering Ere long chill rainsJ
A night not soon to be forgotC
Reviving old rheumatic painsJ
And longings for a cotC
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No blankets overcoats or tentsJ
Coats thrown aside on the warm march hereA
We looked not then for changeful cheerA
Tents coats and blankets too much careA
No fires a fire a mark presentsJ
Near by the trees show bullet dentsJ
Rations were eaten cold and rawA
The men well soaked come snow and moreA
A midnight sally Small sleeping doneE
But such is warA
No matter we'll have Fort DonelsonE
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Ugh ughC2
'Twill drag along drag alongD2
Growled a cross patriot in the throngD2
His battered umbrella like an ambulance coverA
Riddled with bullet holes spattered all overA
Hurrah for Grant cried a stripling shrillE2
Three urchins joined him with a willE2
And some of taller stature cheeredC
Meantime a Copperhead passed he sneeredC
Win or lose he pausing saidC
Caps fly the same all boys mere boysJ
Any thing to make a noiseJ
Like to see the list of the deadC
These 'craven Southerners' hold outC
Ay ay they'll give you many a boutC
We'll beat in the end sirA
Firmly said one in staid rebukeF2
A solid merchant square and stoutC
And do you think it that way tend sirA
Asked the lean Cooperhead with a lookG2
Of splenetic pity Yes I doN
His yellow death's head the croaker shookG2
The country's ruined that I knowH2
A shower of broken ice and snowH2
In lieu of words confuted himI2
They saw him hustled round the corner goH2
And each by stander said Well suited himI2
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Next day another crowd was seenJ2
In the dark weather's sleety spleenJ2
Bald headed to the storm came outC
A man who 'mid a joyous shoutC
Silently posted this brief sheetC
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GLORIOUS VICTORY OF THE FLEETC
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FRIDAY'S GREAT EVENTC
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THE ENEMY'S WATER BATTERIES BEATC
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WE SILENCED EVERY GUNE
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THE OLD COMMODORE'S COMPLIMENTS SENTC
PLUMP INTO DONELSONE
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Well well go on exclaimed the crowdC
To him who thus much read aloudC
That's all he said What nothing moreA
Enough for a cheer though hip hurrahA
But here's old Baldy come againQ
More news And now a different strainK2
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Our own reporter a dispatch compilesJ
As best he may from varied sourcesJ
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Large re enforcements have arrivedC
Munitions men and horsesJ
For Grant and all debarked with storesJ
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The enemy's field works extend six milesJ
The gate still hid so well contrivedC
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Yesterday stung us frozen shoresJ
Snow clad and through the drear defilesJ
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And over the desolate ridges blewN
A Lapland windC
The main affairA
Was a good two hours' steady fightC
Between our gun boats and the FortC
The Louisville's wheel was smashed outrightC
A hundred and twenty eight pound ballX
Came planet like through a starboard portC
Killing three men and wounding allX
The rest of that gun's crewN
The captain of the gun was cut in twoN
Then splintering and ripping wentC
Nothing could be its continentC
In the narrow stream the LouisvilleE2
Unhelmed grew lawless swung aroundC
And would have thumped and drifted tillE2
All the fleet was driven agroundC
But for the timely order to retireA
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Some damage from our fire 'tis thoughtC
Was done the water batteries of the FortC
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Little else took place that dayL
Except the field artillery in lineV
Would now and then for love they sayL
Exchange a valentineV
The old sharpshooting going onT
Some plan afoot as yet unknownO
So Friday closed round DonelsonE
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LATERA
Great suffering through the nightC
A stinging one Our heedless boysJ
Were nipped like blossoms Some dozenE
Hapless wounded men were frozenE
During day being struck down out of sightC
And help cries drowned in roaring noiseJ
They were left just where the skirmish shiftedC
Left in dense underbrush now driftedC
Some seeking to crawl in crippled plightC
So stiffened perishedC
Yet in spiteC
Of pangs for these no heart is lostC
Hungry and clothing stiff with frostC
Our men declare a nearing sunE
Shall see the fall of DonelsonE
And this they say yet not disownO
The dark redoubts round DonelsonE
And ice glazed corpses each a stoneO
A sacrifice to DonelsonE
They swear it and swerve not gazing onT
A flag deemed black flying from DonelsonE
Some of the wounded in the woodC
Were cared for by the foe last nightC
Though he could do them little needed goodC
Himself being all in shivering plightC
The rebel is wrong but human yetC
He's got a heart and thrusts a bayonetC
He gives us battle with wondrous willE2
The bluff's a perverted Bunker HillE2
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The stillness stealing through the throngD2
The silent thought and dismal fear revealedC
They turned and wentC
Musing on right and wrongD2
And mysteries dimly sealedC
Breasting the storm in daring discontentC
The storm whose black flag showed in heavenE
As if to say no quarter there was givenE
To wounded men in woodC
Or true hearts yearning for the goodC
All fatherless seemed the human soulL2
But next day brought a bitterer bowlL2
On the bulletin board this stoodC
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Saturday morning at A MM2
A stir within the Fort betrayedC
That the rebels were getting under armsJ
Some plot these early birds had laidC
But a lancing sleet cut him who staredC
Into the storm After some vague alarmsJ
Which left our lads unscaredC
Out sallied the enemy at dim of dawnN2
With cavalry and artillery and wentC
In fury at our environmentC
Under cover of shot and shellA2
Three columns of infantry rolled onT
Vomited out of DonelsonE
Rolled down the slopes like rivers of hellA2
Surged at our line and swelled and pouredC
Like breaking surf But unsubmergedC
Our men stood up except where roaredC
The enemy through one gap We urgedC
Our all of manhood to the stressJ
But still showed shattered in our desperatenessJ
Back set the tideC
But soon afresh rolled inO2
And so it swayed from side to sideC
Far batteries joining in the dinO2
Though sharing in another frayL
Till all became an Indian fightC
Intricate dusky stretching far awayL
Yet not without spontaneous planP2
However tangled showed the plightC
Duels all over 'tween man and manP2
Duels on cliff side and down in ravineJ2
Duels at long range and bone to boneO
Duels every where flitting and half unseenJ2
Only by courage good as their ownO
And strength outlasting theirsJ
Did our boys at last drive the rebels offH
Yet they went not back to their distant lairsJ
In strong hold but loud in scoffH
Maintained themselves on conquered groundC
Uplands built works or stalked aroundC
Our right wing bore this onset NoonS
Brought calm to DonelsonE
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The reader ceased the storm beat hardC
'Twas day but the office gas was litC
Nature retained her sulking fitC
In her hand the shardC
Flitting faces took the hueN
Of that washed bulletin board in viewN
And seemed to bear the public griefQ2
As private and uncertain of reliefQ2
Yea many an earnest heart was wonE
As broodingly he plodded onT
To find in himself some bitter thingR2
Some hardness in his lot as harrowingR2
As DonelsonE
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That night the board stood barren thereA
Oft eyes by wistful people passingR2
Who nothing saw but the rain beads chasingR2
Each other down the wafered squareA
As down some storm beat grave yard stoneO
But next day showedC
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MORE NEWS LAST NIGHTC
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STORY OF SATURDAY AFTERNOONS
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VICISSITUDES OF THE WARA
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The damaged gun boats can't wage fightC
For days so says the CommodoreA
Thus no diversion can be hadC
Under a sunless sky of leadC
Our grim faced boys in blacked plightC
Gaze toward the ground they held beforeA
And then on Grant He marks their moodC
And hails it and will turn the same to goodC
Spite all that they have undergoneN2
Their desperate hearts are set uponT
This winter fort this stubborn fortC
This castle of the last resortC
This DonelsonE
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P MM2
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An order givenE
Requires withdrawal from the frontC
Of regiments that bore the bruntC
Of morning's fray Their ranks all rivenE
Are being replaced by fresh strong menQ
Great vigilance in the foeman's DenQ
He snuffs the stormers Need it isJ
That for that fell assault of hisJ
That rout inflicted and self scornS2
Immoderate in noble natures tornS2
By sense of being through slackness overborneS2
The rebel be given a quick returnS2
The kindest face looks now half sternS2
Balked of their prey in airs that freezeJ
Some fierce ones glare like savagesJ
And yet and yet strange moments areA
Well blood and tears and anguished WarA
The morning's battle ground is seenS2
In lifted glades like meadows rareA
The blood drops on the snow crust thereA
Like clover in the white week showH2
Flushed fields of death that call againS2
Call to our men and not in vainS2
For that way must the stormers goH2
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P MM2
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The work beginsJ
Light drifts of men thrown forward fadeC
In skirmish line along the slopeT2
Where some dislodgments must be madeC
Ere the stormer with the strong hold copeT2
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Lew Wallace moving to retakeU2
The heights late lostC
Herewith a breakU2
Storms at the West derange the wiresJ
Doubtless ere morning we shall hearA
The end we look for news to cheerA
Let Hope fan all her firesJ
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Next day in large bold hand was seenS2
The closing bulletinS2
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VICTORYA
Our troops have retrieved the dayL
By one grand surge along the lineS2
The spirit that urged them was divineS2
The first works flooded naught could stayL
The stormers on still onS2
Bayonets for DonelsonS2
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Over the ground that morning lostC
Rolled the blue billows tempest tossedC
Following a hat on the point of a swordC
Spite shell and round shot grape and canisterA
Up they climbed without rail or banisterA
Up the steep hill sides long and broadC
Driving the rebel deep within his worksJ
'Tis nightfall not an enemy lurksJ
In sight The chafing menS2
Fret for more fightC
To night to night let us take the DenS2
But night is treacherous Grant is waryA
Of brave blood be a little charyA
Patience the Fort is good as wonS2
To morrow and into DonelsonS2
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LATER AND LASTC
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THE FORT IS OURSJ
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A flag came out at early mornS2
Bringing surrender From their towersJ
Floats out the banner late their scornS2
In Dover hut and house are fullV2
Of rebels dead or dyingR2
The national flag is flyingR2
From the crammed court house pinnacleW2
Great boat loads of our wounded goH2
To day to Nashville The sleet winds blowH2
But all is right the fight is wonS2
The winter fight for DonelsonS2
HurrahA
The spell of old defeat is brokeX2
The Habit of victory begunS2
Grant strikes the war's first sounding strokeX2
At DonelsonS2
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For lists of killed and wounded seeA
The morrow's dispatch to day 'tis victoryA
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The man who read this to the crowdC
Shouted as the end he gainedC
And though the unflagging tempest rainedC
They answered him aloudC
And hand grasped hand and glances metC
In happy triumph eyes grew wetC
O to the punches brewed that nightC
Went little water Windows brightC
Beamed rosy on the sleet withoutC
And from the deep street came the frequent shoutC
While some in prayer as these in gleeA
Blessed heaven for the winter victoryA
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But others were who wakeful laidC
In midnight beds and early roseJ
And feverish in the foggy snowsJ
Snatched the damp paper wife and maidC
The death list like a river flowsJ
Down the pale sheetC
And there the whelming waters meetC
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Ah God may Time with happy hasteC
Bring wail and triumph to a wasteC
And war be doneS2
The battle flag staff fall athwartC
The curs'd ravine and wither naughtC
Be left of trench or gunS2
The bastion let it ebb awayL
Washed with the river bed and DayL
In vain seek DonelsonS2

Herman Melville



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