Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1882-03-04
TENNYSON,
He Now Writes Poem About the Heavy
Brigade.


Brigade.
"THE CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE"
By Special Cable to The Chicago Tribune.
LONDON, February 25.-The following
poem by Alfred Tennyson will appear in
Macmillan's tomorrow 1t is entitled The
Charge of the Heavy Brigade, Balaklava,
October IS, 1854. By Alfred Tennyson.
The three hundred of the Heavy Brigade
who made this famous charge were the
Scots Greys and the Second Squadron of
the Innis-killings, the remainder of the
Heavy Brigade subsequently dashing up to
their support. The three were Elliott,
SearIett's aide-de- camp, who had been rid
ing by his side, and the trumpeter, and
Shegog, the orderly, who had been close
behind 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 val
ley-and staid,
For Scarlet and Scarlett's 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 babe his
trumpeter sound
ITO 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 I"
Up the hill, up the hill, followed the Heavy
Brigade.
The trumpet, the gallop, the charge, and
the might OF the fight!
Down the hill, slowly, thousands of Rus
slams
Drew to the valley, and halted at last on the
hight,
With a wing pushed out to the left, and a
wing to the right.
But Scarlet was far on ahead, 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 fol-
lowed with force,
Wedged themselves in between horse end
horse,
Fought for their lives in the narrow gap
they had made,
-Four amid thousands; and up the hill, up
the hill,
Galloped the gallant Three Hundred, the
Heavy Brlgade
III.
Fell like a cannon shot,
Burst like thunderbolt,
Crashed like hurricane,
Broke through the mass below,
Drove through the midst of the foe,
Plunged up and down to and fro,
Rode flashing, blow upon blow.
Brave Inniskillings and Greys,
Whirling their sabres in circles of light,
And some of US all in amaze,
Who were held for awhile from the fight
And were oply standing at gaze
When the dark mufded Russian crowd
Folded its wings from the left and the right
And rolled them around like cloud
Oh ! mad for the charge and the battle
were we
When our own good red-coats sank from
sight,
Like drops of blood in dark-gray sea;
And we turned to each other, muttering all
dismayed:
"Lost are the gallant Three Hundred, the
| Heavy Brigade !"
".
But they rode Ike victors and lords,
| Through the forests of lances and swords ;
In the heart of the Russian hordes
They rode, or they stood at bay;
| Struck with the sword-hand and slew;
! Down with the bridle-hand drew
| The foe from the saddle, and threw
Under foot there in the fray;
tagged like storm, or stood like rock
In the wave of stormy day;
Till suddenly, shock upon shock,
Staggered the mass from without
For our man galloped up with cheer and
a shout
And the Russians surged, and wavered,
| and reeled
Up the hill, up the hill, mp the hill, out OF
| the field,
Over the brow and away
"
Glory to each and to all, and the chare.
that they made
Glory to all the Three Hundred, the Heavy
Brigade!