Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell

Eode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
riash'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
Right thro' the line they broke ;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke

Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not.
Not the six hundred.
82 HERVE RIEL.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them

Volley 'd and thundered;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro* 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.
Honor the charge they madel
Honor the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred.
HERVE RIEL.
Robert Browning.
On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two,
Did the English fight the French, — woe to France !

And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue,

Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue,
Came crowding ship on ship to Saint-Malo on the Ranee,

With the English fleet in view.
'T was the squadron that escaped, with the victor in full chase ;
First and foremost of the drove, in his great ship, Damfre-
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Close on him fled, great and small,
Twenty-two good ships in all ;
And they signalled to the place
" Help the winners of a race !

Get us guidance, give us harbor, take us quick — or, quicker

still.
