<span>Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while 30 All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke 35 Shatter'd and sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. </span>
