The Charge of the Light Brigade By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Charge of the Light Brigade By Alfred Lord Tennyson Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward,All in the valley of DeathRode the six hundred.“Forward, the Light Brigade!Charge for the guns!” he said:Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred. “Forward, the Light Brigade!”Was there a man dismay’d?Not tho’ the soldier knewSome one […]

Ulysses By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ulysses By Alfred Lord Tennyson It little profits that an idle king,By this still hearth, among these barren crags,Matched with an aged wife, I mete and doleUnequal laws unto a savage race,That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.I cannot rest from travel; I will drinkLife to the lees. All times I have […]