The Soldier

John Drinkwater (1882–1937) · 1919

iambic tetrameter · ABAB · 20 lines · from Poems, 1908-1919

The large report of fame I lack,And shining clasps and crimson scars,For I have held my bivouacAlone amid the untroubled stars.

My battle-field has known no dawnBeclouded by a thousand spears;I’ve been no mounting tyrant’s pawnTo buy his glory with my tears.

It never seemed a noble thingSome little leagues of land to gainFrom broken men, nor yet to flingAbroad the thunderbolts of pain.

Yet I have felt the quickening breathAs peril heavy peril kissed--My weapon was a little faith,And fear was my antagonist.

Not a brief hour of cannonade,But many days of bitter strife,Till God of His great pity laidAcross my brow the leaves of life.

Words in this poem

amid prep.
In the midst or middle of; surrounded or encompassed by; among. [OE. amidde, amiddes, on midden, AS. on middan, in the middle, fr. midde the middle. The s is an adverbial ending, originally marking the genitive; the t is a la]
quickening n.
The act or process of making or of becoming quick.
cannonade n.
The act of discharging cannon and throwing ball, shell, etc., for the purpose of destroying an army, or battering a town, ship, or fort; -- usually, an attack of some continuance. [F. Canonnade; cf. It. cannanata.]
strife n.
The act of striving; earnest endeavor. [OF. estrif. See Strive.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

The Soldier is in the public domain. This text is taken from Poems, 1908-1919, Project Gutenberg ebook #51575; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: John Drinkwater, The Soldier, in Poems, 1908-1919 (1919), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #51575, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/drinkwater-poems/the-soldier.html, id L23033.

Form and metre

The Soldier is 20 lines in 5 stanzas of 4 lines each. The rhyme scheme is ABAB, complete in 4 of its 5 stanzas. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 92%).

See other poems in iambic tetrameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 ABAB lackA · scarsB · bivouacA · starsB
  2. 2 ABAB dawnA · spearsB · pawnA · tearsB
  3. 3 ABAB thingA · gainB · flingA · painB
  4. 4 -A-A breath · kissedA · faith · antagonistA
  5. 5 ABAB cannonadeA · strifeB · laidA · lifeB
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
The large report of fame I lack,8··˘/····
And shining clasps and crimson scars,8·/˘··/˘·
For I have held my bivouac7·····/˘
Alone amid the untroubled stars.9˘/˘/·˘/˘·
My battle-field has known no dawn8·/˘·····
Beclouded by a thousand spears;8·····/˘·
I’ve been no mounting tyrant’s pawn8···/˘/˘·
To buy his glory with my tears.8···/˘···
It never seemed a noble thing8·/˘··/˘·
Some little leagues of land to gain8·/˘·····
From broken men, nor yet to fling8·/˘·····
Abroad the thunderbolts of pain.8˘/·/˘···
Yet I have felt the quickening breath8·····/˘·
As peril heavy peril kissed--8·/˘/˘/˘·
My weapon was a little faith,8·/˘··/˘·
And fear was my antagonist.8····˘/˘˘
Not a brief hour of cannonade,9···/˘·/˘˘
But many days of bitter strife,8·/˘··/˘·
Till God of His great pity laid8·····/˘·
Across my brow the leaves of life.8˘/······

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