British Poetry 1780-1910:
a Hypertext Archive of Scholarly Editions
at the Electronic Text Center
Alderman Library, University of Virginia
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- Lewis Carroll, The Hunting of the Snark: an Agony in Eight Fits 1891.
- S. T. Coleridge. The Coleridge Archive.
- Coleridge, Samuel Taylor: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner [Illust.] (51 KB)
- Ann Batten Cristall. Poetical Sketches.
- Housman, Alfred Edward: A Shropshire Lad (70 KB)
- Richard Polwhele, The Unsex'd Females 1798.
- Mary Robinson. Sappho and Phaon. 1796.
- Dante Gabriel Rossetti, The Rossetti Archive.
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Charge of the Light Brigade
a manuscript facsimile from the University of Virginia Tennyson collection. - Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson: Lancelot and Elaine (80 KB)
- The Germ, Volume 1 1850 [various authors]
- The Germ, Volume 2 1850 [various authors]
- The Germ, Volume 3 1850 [various authors]
- The Germ, Volume 4 1850 [various authors]
Other British Poetry, outside the period 1780-1910, from the University of Virginia
The Portree Kid
12 Bugs of Christmas
Barbecue Song
Can you Sing any Dylan
Cod Liver Oil and the Orange Juice
Donald Where's Your Trousers
Friday Game,The (playing now)
MacDonalds Kitchen
Paddy McGintys Goat
Pain in my Ass
The Chastity Belt
The Humour of Whiskey
Your a Bloody Rotten Audience
Why Paddy's Not At Work
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
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`Forward the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
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Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot & shell,
Boldly they rode & well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
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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
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
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Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot & shell,
While horse & 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.
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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!
