Chapter 6 No.6

Flash'd all their sabers 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 and Russian

Reel'd from the saber-stroke

Shattered and sunder'd.

Then they rode back, but not

Not the six hundred.