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The Death Of President Lincoln Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A Romance	A
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December th	B
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The fleecy clouds had passed away	C
Before the bright approach of day	C
And now the morning's radiance shines	D
Upon an Army's order'd lines	D
And light the glancing sunbeams play'd	E
On bayonet point and sabre blade	E
Slow rolled the ponderous mass along	F
A hundred thousand bayonets strong	F
And thirty thousand horses prance	A
Impatient of the slow advance	A
While o'er those glittering groves of steel	G
The striped and coloured spangles reel	G
And Hail Columbia lofty notes	H
Peel from the trumpets brazen throats	H
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From post to post the generals ride	I
The army's steady march to guide	I
And aides fly swiftly o'er the plain	J
With bloody spur and slacken'd rein	J
And far and wide on every side	I
The hollow trembling earth replied	I
To those grim legions measured stride	I
On dark Virginia's shore	K
And many a heart bounds high with pride	I
That soon shall beat no more	K
	-
The foe of far inferior force	L
Scarce sixty thousand foot and horse	L
Stand watching with undaunted glance	A
The Federal foeman's grim advance	A
And turn again their hopeful eyes	M
To where their own loved banner flies	M
That flag of tesselated bars	N
That on its checks bore seven white stars	N
Which waved on many a field before	K
But now alas is seen no more	K
Its short and bright career is o'er	O
Its light was quenched in streams of gore	K
	-
Far on the left where rank on rank	P
Kentucky's footmen held the flank	P
A youthful warrior rode alone	Q
To every Southern soldier known	Q
For that long falchion by his side	I
Had turn'd the battle's doubtful tide	I
In many a dark and desperate fight	R
When right still triumphed over might	R
His simple dress undeck'd with lace	S
Bore no brigade's distinctive trace	S
'Twas Booth who long had vow'd to stand	T
The Champion of his Fatherland	T
Unflinching faithful firm and fast	U
And strike for freedom to the last	U
	-
	-
He rode a horse of spotless white	R
With ample chest and limbs of might	R
That fiercely strains upon the reins	V
As slow advancing o'er the plains	V
He marks the Union ranks of grey	C
And greets them with a furious neigh	W
He lists the hollow thundering drum	X
Which tells him that the time is come	X
To charge these hostile columns home	Y
And flashing flakes of feathery foam	Y
Fly from his chafing mouth	Z
First in the charge's wild career	A2
And in retreat the last in rear	A2
And first or last unknowing fear	A2
That noble beast had not his peer	A2
In all the spacious South	Z
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At once on centre left and right	R
The loud artillery woke the fight	R
With round shot grape and shell	B2
And loud the cry of conflict rose	C2
As fiercely now the armies close	D2
And vain it were to tell	B2
How charging on the cannon's mouth	Z
The fiery soldiers of the South	Z
Were midway met in deadly strife	W
Where each man fought for death or life	W
And thousands bled and fell	B2
Before the Federals charged ere yet	E2
The heavy armed battalions met	E2
In conflict fierce and dire	F2
While skirmishers in scatter'd rank	P
Extended far on front and flank	P
Maintained a dropping fire	O
While every ear was bent to hear	G2
Their proud Commander's word	H2
To bid them charge at full career	A2
With bayonet and sword	I2
	-
Booth calmly watched their threatening course	L
And sternly reined his furious horse	L
But when the opening cannon rung	J2
And bugles blew and charged aloud	K2
His weapon from the scabbard sprung	J2
Like lightning from the thunder cloud	K2
And where the bayonets reddest shine	L2
Along the Federals' charging line	L2
Where wounded horses wildly leap	M2
Through pools of life blood fetlock deep	M2
There his gigantic battle horse	L
Swept onward in resistless course	L
Round his invulnerable head	N2
His reeking crescent blade	E
Still scattering drops of crimson red	N2
In lightning circles played	E
Through fire and smoke the war horse dash'd	O2
Unharm'd by shot or shell	B2
And where that falling weapon flash'd	O2
A Federal soldier fell	B2
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But Lee who mark'd with eagle glance	A
The Federals' last reserve advance	A
Call'd up his veterans grim and grey	C
The flower of Southern infantry	P2
Down where the dark palmettos wave	W
Ten thousand Carolinians brave	W
Their double column shows	C2
Each moment fringed their ranks with flame	Q2
And fast the withering volleys came	Q2
Against their flinching foes	C2
And through the batteries of the North	R2
Their fatal welcome thunder'd forth	R2
In showers of iron rain	J
Still fiercer rose their music's swell	B2
And wilder pealed their battle yell	B2
While fast and faster still they fell	B2
As whistling shot and shrieking shell	B2
Clove many a ghastly lane	J
And thicker still their bullets came	Q2
And closer deadlier grew their aim	Q2
The Federal lines were heaped with dead	N2
And fast the rising panic spread	N2
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Along their wavering force	L
Till passing round their left ward flank	P
Their own reserve came rank by rank	P
New England's hardy horse	L
Forth to the front each troop advanced	S2
Each ready sabre naked glanced	S2
And every horse's flank was lanced	S2
And slacken'd every rein	J
In charging column firm and deep	M2
At racing gallop on they sweep	M2
Who seldom charge in vain	J
That swift advancing avalanche	T2
Boasts the same spirit stern and stanch	T2
That tamed a haughty tyrant's pride	S2
And crushed his servile train	J
On Glorious Marston's swarthy side	S2
And Naseby's bloody plain	J
The Puritan and Cavalier	A2
Of other days are pitted here	G2
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But well the rifles played their part	S2
For many a steed shot through the heart	S2
Came headlong to the plain	J
And many another kept the ranks	U2
With empty stirrups smote his flanks	U2
Whose rider reeling from his seat	S2
And trampled neath the horses' feet	S2
Might never mount again	V2
Till like a sea that bursts its banks	U2
They dash against the bristling ranks	U2
And now through whirling clouds of dust	S2
And surging wreaths of smoke	W2
Is seen the bayonet's furious thrust	S2
The sabre's dazzling stroke	W2
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With fearful slaughter backward driven	X2
Their shatter'd columns rent and riven	X2
The cavalry recoil	Y2
A shout of triumph rose to heaven	X2
And to the Southern ranks is given	X2
Brief respite from their toil	Y2
Again the madden'd horses wheel	G
Obedient to the armed heel	G
And charging to the bugle's peal	G
They rush against the serried steel	G
With tenfold rage and force	L
But as the wave breaks on the rock	Z2
That seems its futile rage to mock	Z2
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Still stagger'd backward from the shock	Z2
The baffled Northern horse	L
Five times with spirit unsubdued	S2
They charged in reckless hardihood	S2
And still the foe his squares made good	S2
And still the stubborn bayonets stood	S2
With more than spartan fortitude	S2
And thicker still the ground was strew'd	S2
With many a quivering corse Though firmly stood the fearless few	W
And proudly still their banner flew	W
Full well each brave Confederate knew	W
Another charge would pierce them through	W
For hollow was the war like show	A3
No strength was left to meet the foe	A3
Their rifles clogg'd their bayonet bent	S2
And well nigh every cartridge spent	S2
	-
But Booth has marked their flagging fire	O
And his fierce frown of battle ire	F2
Is changing to a look more dire	F2
Like lion turned to bay	C
For that fell smile proves one desire	O
To slay and slay and slay	C
Woe to the foe who now presumes	B3
To face his savage wrath	C3
When gallant zouaves and tall dragoons	B3
Lie bleeding in his path	C3
Whose cloven heads and bosoms gored	S2
Bear witness of his vengeful sword	S2
Where bristling ranks unbroken frown'd	S2
Like dark grey rocks with breakers crown'd	S2
What though his sword no havoc made	S2
His course was but a moment stay'd	S2
For where the riven columns reel	G
In hopeless dis array	C
That slender blade of pliant steel	G
Cleaves deep its murderous way	C
	-
Once more the charging Federals sped	S2
Across the rampart of the dead	S2
To where upon the self same spot	S2
Where they had fired their deadliest shot	S2
The doomed Confederates calmly wait	S2
The charge which is to seal their fate	S2
Why need I tell how patriots die	S2
The tale has often met our eye	S2
Of those with Leonidas	B3
Braved Xerxes' millions in the pas	B3