Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags, And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot-shattered navy of Spain, And the little Revenge herself went down by the island crags To be lost evermore in the main. 5 10 The charge of the gallant three hundred, the Heavy Brigade! And he call'd, "Left wheel into line!" and they wheel'd and obey'd. Then he looked at the host that had halted he knew not why, II The trumpet, the gallop, the charge, and the might of the fight! Wedged themselves in between horse and horse, Fought for their lives in the narrow gap they had made Four amid thousands! and up the hill, up the hill, 25 Gallopt the gallant three hundred, the Heavy Brigade. III 30 35 40 45 Fell like a cannon-shot, Broke through the mass from below, Whirling their sabres in circles of light! Who were held for a while from the fight, When the dark-muffled Russian crowd Folded its wings from the left and the right, O, mad for the charge and the battle were we, Like drops of blood in a dark-gray sea, And we turn'd to each other, whispering, all dismay'd, "Lost are the gallant three hundred of Scarlett's Brigade !" Ranged like a storm or stood like a rock In the wave of a stormy day; For our men gallopt up with a cheer and a shout, Up the hill, up the hill, up the hill, out of the field, V Glory to each and to all, and the charge that they made! The Throstle "Summer is coming, summer is coming! I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again!" Sing the new year in under the blue. Last year you sang it as gladly. "New, new, new, new!" Is it then so new That you should carol so madly? Love again, song again, nest again, young again,” 10 And hardly a daisy as yet, little friend, See, there is hardly a daisy. "Here again, here, here, here, happy year!" O warble unchidden, unbidden! Summer is coming, is coming, my dear, And all the winters are hidden. 15 5 10 15 But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face 5 ROBERT BROWNING Song from Pippa Passes The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; God's in his heaven All's right with the world! How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; 'Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the half-chime, At Aershot, up leaped of a sudden the sun, And against him the cattle stood black every one, The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray : And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! |