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• Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them.
  . . . . Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred....
• When can their glory fade? Oh! the wild charge they made!
  All the world wondered. Honour the charge they made!...
• Some one had blunder'd: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- The Charge of the Light Brigade, Stanza 2...
• For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington, Stanza 6...
• Oh good gray head which all men knew!
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington, Stanza 4...
• That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington, Stanza 4...
• Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xxxii, Stanza 1...
• And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, xviii, Stanza 1...
• Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill.
  -- Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892) -- In Memoriam, liv, Stanza 1...