Alfred Lord Tennyson Light Poems

HALF a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
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Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
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Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.
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