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Rh The boat has left a stormy land,

A stormy sea before her,—

When, oh! too strong for human hand,

The tempest gather'd o'er her.

And still they row'd amid the roar

Of waters fast prevailing:

Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,

His wrath was changed to wailing.

For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade,

His child he did discover:—

One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid,

And one was round her lover.

"Come back! come back!" he cried in grief,

"Across this stormy water:

And I'll forgive your Highland chief,

My daughter!—oh my daughter!"

'Twas vain the loud waves lashed the shore,

Return or aid preventing;—

The waters wild went o'er his child,—

And he was left lamenting.

.

The Charge of the Light Brigade.

a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.