Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . Charles by force we wrung by the Papal spur, we reard, We flung the burthen of the second say, we never feared ! and as for broke them on the land, we drove them on theseas. And you, my Lords, you make the people museIn doubt if you be of our Barons breed — Were those your sires who fought at Lewes ?Is this the manly strain of Runnymede ? O falln nobility, that, overawed. Would lisp in honeyd whispers of this monstrousfraud! We feel, at least, that silence here were sin,Not ours the fault if we have feeble hosts — If eas
Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . Charles by force we wrung by the Papal spur, we reard, We flung the burthen of the second say, we never feared ! and as for broke them on the land, we drove them on theseas. And you, my Lords, you make the people museIn doubt if you be of our Barons breed — Were those your sires who fought at Lewes ?Is this the manly strain of Runnymede ? O falln nobility, that, overawed. Would lisp in honeyd whispers of this monstrousfraud! We feel, at least, that silence here were sin,Not ours the fault if we have feeble hosts — If easy patrons of their kin Have left the last free race with naked coasts ! They knew the precious things they had to guard : For us, we will not spare the tyrant one hard word. Tho niggard throats of Manchester may bawl,What England was, shall her true sons forget ? We are not cotton-spinners all, But some love England and her honour yet. And these in our Thermopylae shall stand, And hold against the world this honour of the land. 1. THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE. Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward,All in the valley of Death Rode the six , the Light Brigade !Charge for the guns ! he said :Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Forward, the Light Brigade ! Was there a man dismayd?Not tho the soldier knewSome one had blunderd ; (313) 314 The Charge of the Light Brigade. Theirs not to make reply,Theirs not to reason why,Theirs but to do and die:Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them,Cannon to left of them,Cannon in front of them Volleyd and thunderd;Stormd at with shot and shell,Boldly they rode and the jaws of Death,Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred- Flashd all their sabres as they tm-ned in airSabring the gunners thereCharging an army, while All the world wonderd:Plunged in the battery-smokeRight thro the line they broke ;Cossack and RussianReeld from the sabre-stroke Shatterd
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