(Alt)Tennyson’s The Charge of the Light Brigade

3.
Cannon to right of them
Cannon to left of them,
  Cannon in front of them
         Volley’d and thunder’d;
                  Storm’d at with shot and shell,
                  But along the ridge and swell,
                  opened the Jaws of Death
                  To drag Russian souls to Hell
                  Shielding the six hundred.

4.
Flash’d all their fangs bare,
Flash’d as howls cut the air,
Mauling 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 a clawing stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Their golden stare, the lines a’broke
Awaiting the six hundred.