Along the valley the wild riders speed.— This is the complement of Waterloo: That showed what English infantry could do: To-day the horsemen win fame's deathless meed. Horsemen and infantry are one indeed; The horsemen are the English fiery soul Loosened at length from years of still control,— The others are the calm that did precede. When English horse and English foot combine, Who shall withstand that red tremendous line Holding both passions of the English race,— The calm still passion of its pent-up strength, And fury as of the Light Brigade at length Free for that fiery blood-splashed charge and chase! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A YOUNG LADY'S SIXTH ANNIVERSARY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE by WILLIAM COWPER JUGGLING JERRY by GEORGE MEREDITH THE SENSITIVE PLANT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TO - (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TO THE PENDING YEAR by WALT WHITMAN EPISTLE TO DR. ENFIELD ON HIS REVISITING WARRINGTON IN 1789 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |