Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1882-03-02
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TENNYSON'S LATEST.

His Poem on the Charge Of the Heavy
Brigade-Balaklsva, Oct. Is, 1884.
[The three hundred OF the Heavy Brigade
who made this famous charge at Balaklava.
October q. 1864, were the SCOTS Greys and the
second squadron OF the Inniskfllings, the re-
mainder OF the Heavy Brigade subsequently
dashing up to their support. The three were
Elliott, scarlett's aid-decamp, who had been
riding by his side, and the trumpeter, and
shegog, the orderly, who had been close be-
hind him.
The charge of the gallant three hundred,
The Heavy Brigade.
Down the hill, down the hill, thousands of
Russians,
Thousands OF horsemen drew to the valley
And stayed.
For Scarlet and Scarlett' three hundred were
riding by,
When the points OF the Russian lances
Broke in on the sky;
And he called "Left wheel into line" and
They wheeled and obeyed.
Then he looked at the host that had halted,
He knew not why.
And he turned half round, and he badc his
trumpeter sound.
g To the charge"' And he rode on ahead, as
he waved his blade
To the gallant three hundred, whose glory
will never die,
Follow, and up the hill"
Up the hill, up the hill. followed the Heavy
Brigade
The trumpet. the sallop. the charge. and
The night OF the fight
Down the hill slowly, thousands OF Russian 8
Drew to the valley. and haltet ut last on the
height,
With wing pushed out to the LETT and a
wing to the right;
Bat Scarlet was tar ahea and he dashed
up alone
Through the great gray slope Of men;
And he whirled his sabre, he held his own,
Like an Englishman there and then,
And the three that were nearest him follOwed d
with force,
Weiged themselves In between horse and
horse
Fought for their lives In the narrow gap they
had made,
Four amid thousands and up the hill. up the
hill
Galloped the gnllan, three hundred the Heavy
Brigade.
Fell like \ cannon shot,
Burst like a thunder-bolt.
Crushed like Il hurricane,
Drove through the midst OF the foe
Plunged up and down to and fro
Rode flashing blow upon blow,
Brave Innskilings and Greys,
Whirling the sabres in circles OF light,
And some of us all in maze,
Who were held tor awhile from the fight,
And were only standing ut gaze,
When the dark muffled Russian crowd
Folded Its wings from the left and The right
And rolled them around like cloud
On! mad for the charge and the battle were
When our. own good red coats sank from
sgEt
Like drops Of blood in a dark gray sea
And VIC turned to each other muttcring all
dismayed:
Lost all the gallant three hundred, the he .vy
Brigade"
But they rode like victors and lords,
Through the forests OF lances and swords:
In the heart of the Russian hor(les
They rode or they stool at bay;
Struck with the sword hand and slew
Down with the bride hand drew
The foe from the saddle, and threw
Under foot there In the fray:
Ranged like storm OF stood like a rock
In the wave OF a stormy day;
Till suddenly, shock upon shock
staggered the mass from without:
For our men galloped up with cheer and q
shout.
And tho Russians surgei apd waverei and
rcelei.
Up the hill. up tnc hill. up the hal, out OF the
field,
over the brow and away.
Glory to each and to all, ana the charge that
they made:
Glory TO all the three hundred, III. HEAVY
Brigade.