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Page 54 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death, Rode the six hundred. ' Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns ! ' he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Page 54 - Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them...
Page 55 - Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell, Rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabres bare, Flashed as they turned in air, Sab'ring the gunners there...
Page 120 - She would speak to one and nod and smile to as many more ; but she could not do it to all, you know. We lay there by hundreds ; but we could kiss her shadow as it fell, and lay our heads on the pillow again, content.
Page 55 - Then they rode back, but not — Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered: Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, — All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made! Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred!
Page 29 - He neither shall be born in housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise, but in an ox's stall. 'He neither shall be clothed in purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen, as were babies all. 'He neither shall be rocked in silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle, that rocks on the mould.
Page 110 - ministering angel' without any exaggeration, in these hospitals; and as her slender form glides quietly along each corridor, every poor fellow's face softens with gratitude at the sight of her. When all the medical officers have retired for the night, and silence and darkness have settled down upon those miles of prostrate sick, she may be observed alone, with a little lamp in her hand making her solitary rounds.
Page 114 - Hungry was the air around them, Hungry was the sky above them, And the hungry stars in heaven Like the eyes of wolves glared at them!