Uploaded on December 27, 2011
… Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in the air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre-stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the six hundred. …
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Favorite Poems Old and New
edited by Helen Ferris
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