Arithmetic On The Frontier Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDE EFEEDD GHGHEE EBEBII JDJDEE KGKGEF

A great and glorious thing it isA
To learn for seven years or soB
The Lord knows what of that and thisC
Ere reckoned fit to face the foeB
The flying bullet down the PassD
That whistles clear quot All flesh is grass quotE
-
Three hundred pounds per annum spentE
On making brain and body meeterF
For all the murderous intentE
Comprised in quot villanous saltpetre quotE
And after ask the YusufzaiesD
What comes of all our 'ologiesD
-
A scrimmage in a Border StationG
A canter down some dark defileH
Two thousand pounds of educationG
Drops to a ten rupee jezailH
The Crammer's boast the Squadron's prideE
Shot like a rabbit in a rideE
-
No proposition Euclid wroteE
No formulae the text books knowB
Will turn the bullet from your coatE
Or ward the tulwar's downward blowB
Strike hard who cares shoot straight who canI
The odds are on the cheaper manI
-
One sword knot stolen from the campJ
Will pay for all the school expensesD
Of any Kurrum Valley scampJ
Who knows no word of moods and tensesD
But being blessed with perfect sightE
Picks off our messmates left and rightE
-
With home bred hordes the hillsides teemK
The troop ships bring us one by oneG
At vast expense of time and steamK
To slay Afridis where they runG
The quot captives of our bow and spear quotE
Are cheap alas as we are dearF

Rudyard Kipling



Rate:
(1)



Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme

Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation


Write your comment about Arithmetic On The Frontier poem by Rudyard Kipling


 

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 32 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

Popular Poets