The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1882-03-10
puctical.
TENNYSON'S NEW POEM.
The Charge of the Heavy Brigade, Raln.
hIaVR. october rs, 1854.

The charge OF the gallant three hundred
The heavy brigade:
Down the hill down the hill thousands of RUS
SLAMS.
Thousands of horsemen drew to the valley and
stayed.
For Scarlet and scarlett's three hundred were
riding by,
when the points of the Russian lances
broke i'll on the sky;
And he called, Left wheel into line" And
They wheeled and obeyed
Then he looked Mt the hoat that Ind ho,tai
He knew not why.
And he turned half round. and he badc
His trumpeter sound
ITO the charge, and he rode on ahead
As he waved his blade
70 the gallant three hundred. whose gl0ly
win never die.
Follow, and up the him.
Up the nil, up the hill followed the Heavy
Brigade.
The trumpet, the galop the charge, and
The might of the fight;
Down the hill slowly. thousands of Russians
Drew to the valley, and halted at last on the
With wing, pushed out to the left and wing to
the right:
But searett 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;
Ana the three thnt were nearest him followed
with force,
wedged themselves between horse and horse.
Fought for their lives in the narrow gap they had
Four amid thousands; and up the hill, up the
Galloped the gallant three hundred. the Heavy
Brigade.
Ill
Fell, like cannon-shot
Burst like thunderhot,
Crashed like n hurricane
Broke through the mass from below.
Drove through the midst of the foe
Plunged up and down to and fro,
Rode, flashing blow upon blow,
Brave lnnskillngs 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 only standing at gaze.
When the dark mufiled 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 a dark glay sea;
And we turned to each other, mutterlng, all dis
mayed;
Lost are the gallant three hundrcd-the Heavy
Brigade!"
But they rode, like 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 shorthand and slew:
Down with the bridle-hand drew
The foe from the saddle, and threw
Under foot there in the Fray
Ragged like storm. or stood like rock
In the wave of stormy day;
Till suddenly, shock upon shock,
Staggered the mass from without;
For our men galloped up with Il cheer and
shout,
And the Russians surged and wavered and rceled
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 that they
made!
Glory to all the three hundred, the Heavy Brig
ade!
note appended to the poem states: 1.-THE
three hundred of the Heavy Brigade who made
this famous charge We're the Scotts Grays and
the second squadron of tho Inniskillings the re-
mainder of the Heavy Brigade subsequently DASH
ing up to their support. The three were Elliott,
Scarletts aide-de-camp, who had been riding by
MS side, and the trumpeter and Shegog, the or
lprly who had hppD close bnh nd i'm,