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Title: The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron, 1809-1892
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Publisher: Boston and New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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rigade. Fell like a cannon-shot,Burst like a thunderbolt,Crashd like a hurricane,Broke thro the mass from below,Drove thro the midst of the foe,Plunged up and down, to and fro,Rode flashing blow upon blow,Brave Inniskillens and GreysWhirling their sabres in circles of light !And some of us, all in amaze,Who were held for a while from the fight,And were only standing at gaze,When the dark-muffled Russian crowdFolded its wings from the left and the right,And rolld them around like a cloud, —O, mad for the charge and the battle were we,When our own good redcoats sank from sight,Like drops of blood in a dark-gray sea,And we turnd to each other, whisper-ing, all dismayd, Lost are the gallant three hundred of Scarletts Brigade ! Lost one and all were the wordsMutterd in our dismay ;But they rode like victors and lordsThro the forest of lances and swordsIn the heart of the Russian hordes,They rode, or they stood at bayStruck with the sword-hand and slew, THE CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE 641
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The trumpet, the gallop, the charge, and the might of the fight Down with the bridle-hand drewThe foe from the saddle and threwUnderfoot there in the fray —Ranged like a storm or stood like a rockIn the wave of a stormy day;Till suddenly shock upon shockStaggerd the mass from without,Drove it in wild disarray,For our men gallopt up with a cheer and a shout,^And the foeman surged, and waverd, and reeldUp the hill, up the hill, up the hill, out of the field,And over the brow and away. vGlory to each and to all, and the charge that they made !Glory to all the three hundred, and all the Brigade ! Note. — The three hundred of the1 Heavy Brigade who made this famouscharge were the Scots Greys and the 2dsquadron of Inniskillens; the remainder ofthe Heavy Brigade subsequently dashingup to their support. The three were Scarletts aide-de-camp,Elliot, and the trumpeter, and Shegog theorderly, who had been close behind him. EPILOGUE IRENE. Not this way will you set your nameA star among the s

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