An Easy Poetry Book, Selected by W. Williamson (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: No. 24. THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BEIGADE Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ' Forward, 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 dismay'd textit{t Not tho' the soldier knew Someone had blunder'd. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare. Flash'd as they turn'd in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke, Eight through the line they broke; Cossack and Eussian Eeel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd; Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade ? O, the wild charge they made ! All the world wonder'd. Honour the charge they made ! Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred ! textit{Lord Tennyson No. 25. SONG I Had a dove, and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for ? Its feet were tied With a silken thread of my own hands' weaving; Sweet little red fee...