In The Artillery Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHGH GIJK LMNO PQRQ STUV WXNX NBNB JYGY ZA2B2A2 C2D2E2D2 F2G2H2G2 NI2J2I2| We are moving on in silence | A |
| Save for rattling iron and steel | B |
| And a skirmish echoing round us | C |
| Showering faintly peal on peal | B |
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| Like a lion roars the North wind | D |
| As a horse we sternly clank | E |
| While beside the guns our men drop | F |
| Slyly shot from either flank | E |
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| You are musing love and smiling | G |
| By the hearth fire of the Mill | H |
| While the tangled oaks are cracking | G |
| Boughs upon the windy hill | H |
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| I can see the moonlight shining | G |
| Over fields of frozen calm | I |
| I can hear the chapel organ | J |
| And the singing of the psalm | K |
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| Fare you well then English village | L |
| Which of all I loved the most | M |
| Where my ghost alone can wander | N |
| Once again when life is lost | O |
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| Fare you well then Sally Dorset | P |
| You will never utter wail | Q |
| For the soldier dead who loved you | R |
| With these tears of no avail | Q |
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| I can see your drowsy lashes | S |
| Lifting as you hear them read | T |
| Prayers in mercy for our souls' shrift | U |
| When we come to our last need | V |
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| I forgive you matchless beauty | W |
| Proudly conscious of your fame | X |
| Loved by many a luckless youngster | N |
| Who will ne'er forget your name | X |
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| Merry though so cold of answer | N |
| With a laughing glance of steel | B |
| How your face swept like a banner | N |
| Blushing down the village reel | B |
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| As you dance before my vision | J |
| On this deadly foreign morn | Y |
| Death is charmed into the soothing | G |
| Of the love you chose to scorn | Y |
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| We shall die our hours are numbered | Z |
| As the sunlight dawns serene | A2 |
| Over yonder mountain ridges | B2 |
| Rimming round this battle scene | A2 |
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| I shall die few will return dear | C2 |
| I shall be of those who stay | D2 |
| England sent us but a handful | E2 |
| Among hordes of heathen clay | D2 |
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| We will show the world how England | F2 |
| Has no dross to spend in war | G2 |
| When she throws away her soldiers | H2 |
| They are soldiers to the core | G2 |
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| You will wake to hear the twitter | N |
| Of the early sparrow's note | I2 |
| I shall lie beneath the heavens | J2 |
| With the death grip at my throat | I2 |
Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
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