The Evening critic., 1882-03-03
CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE.
TepDyson's Latest Poem-A Com
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Charge.


The charge Of tho gallant Three Hundred tho
Heavy Brigadc
Down the hill, down the hill, thousands OF
Rueaiana,
Thousands OF horsemon drew to the valley
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 "ieft wheel into linel" and
they wheeled and obcyed.
Then he looked at the host that had halted,
he knew not why,
And no turned half round, and he bade his
trumpeter sound
"To the charger 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 tho hill, followed the Heavy
Brigade.
Tho trumpet, tho gallon, tho charge, and the
might OF the fight
Down the hill, slowly, thousands of Rus
SLAMS
Drew 70 the valley, aud halted at last on the
with wing pushed out to the loft and
wing to the right
But scariett was far on ahead, and no dashed
Through the great gray slope of mon;
Aud he whirled his SABRE he hold his own
Like an Englishman there and thon.
And the three that were nearest him followed
wedged themselves In between horse and
Fought for their lives in the narrow gap they
had made,
Four amid thousands and up the hill, up
Galloped the gallant Three Hundred, the
Heavy Brigade.
Fell like a cannon shot,
Burst like a thunderbolt,
Crashed like n hurricane,
Broke through the mass from below,
Drove through the midst OF tho foe,
Plunged up and down, TO and fro,
Rode flashing blow upon blow.
Brave Enniskillens and Greys,
Whfrlfng their sabreS in circles OF light.
And some OF us, all In amaze,
Who were held for awhile from the fight
And were only standing at gaze,
When tho dark-mufied Russian crowd
Folded It's wings from the left and the right
And rolled them around like q cloud
Oh! mad for the charge and the battle
Whom 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 BrigadeP'
".
But they rode, like vctors 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 tho bridle-hand drew
| Inc zoe from Ine Sauule, anu Threw
| Under foot in the fray;
Ranged like n storm, or stood like a rock
In the wave of n stormy day;
TIL suddenly, shock upon shock,
staggered the mass from without;
For our men galloped up with a cheer and
| n shout
And the Russians surged, and wavered, and
| reeled
Up the hill, up the hill, up the hill, out OF the
field,
Over the brow and away.
| v.
Glory to each and to all, and the charge tina
they madel
Glory to all the Three Hundred, the Heav!
| Brigade
| The three hundred of the Heavy Brigad,
who made this famous charge were the Scot
Greys and the second squadron of the Ennis
| killens, the remainder of tho Heavy Brigad
subsequently dashing up to their support
The three We're Elliott, Scarletts aide-de-camp
who had been riding by his side, and tn,
trumpeter, and Shegog, the orderly, who ha,
been close behind him.