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Rh Fiercely the line they broke; Strong was the sabre-stroke; Making an army reel Shaken and sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, They that had struck so well Rode thro' the jaws of Death, Half a league back again, Up from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.