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1.) how does each poet give his speaker a distinctive voice?
2.) what affect does the voice have on the poem?
3.) compare and contrast the 2 poems

the poems: the battle of blenheim & the charge of the light brigade

the charge of the light brigade:
i
half a league, half a league,
half a league onward,
all in the valley of death
rode the six hundred.
“forward, the light brigade!
charge for the guns! ” he said.
into the valley of death
rode the six hundred.

ii
“forward, the light brigade! ”
was there a man dismayed?
not though the soldier knew
someone had blundered.
theirs not to make reply,
theirs not to reason why,
theirs but to do and die.
into the valley of death
rode the six hundred.

iii
cannon to right of them,
cannon to left of them,
cannon in front of them
volleyed and thundered;
stormed at with shot and shell,
boldly they rode and well,
into the jaws of death,
into the mouth of hell
rode the six hundred.

iv
flashed all their sabres bare,
flashed as they turned in air
sabring the gunners there,
charging an army, while
all the world wondered.
plunged in the battery-smoke
right through the line they broke;
cossack and russian
reeled from the sabre stroke
shattered and sundered.
then they rode back, but not
not the six hundred.

v
cannon to right of them,
cannon to left of them,
cannon behind them
volleyed and thundered;
stormed at with shot and shell,
while horse and hero fell.
they that had fought so well
came through the jaws of death,
back from the mouth of hell,
all that was left of them,
left of six hundred.

vi
when can their glory fade?
o the wild charge they made!
all the world wondered.
honour the charge they made!
honour the light brigade,
noble six hundred!

the battle of blenheim:
it was a summer evening,
old kaspar's work was done,
and he before his cottage door
was sitting in the sun,
and by him sported on the green
his little grandchild wilhelmine.

she saw her brother peterkin
roll something large and round,
which he beside the rivulet
in playing there had found;
he came to ask what he had found,
that was so large, and smooth, and round.

old kaspar took it from the boy,
who stood expectant by;
and then the old man shook his head,
and, with a natural sigh,
"'tis some poor fellow's skull," said he,
"who fell in the great victory.

"i find them in the garden,
for there's many here about;
and often when i go to plough,
the ploughshare turns them out!
for many thousand men," said he,
"were slain in that great victory."

"now tell us what 'twas all about,"
young peterkin, he cries;
and little wilhelmine looks up
with wonder-waiting eyes;
"now tell us all about the war,
and what they fought each other for."

"it was the english," kaspar cried,
"who put the french to rout;
but what they fought each other for,
i could not well make out;
but everybody said," quoth he,
"that 'twas a famous victory.

"my father lived at blenheim then,
yon little stream hard by;
they burnt his dwelling to the ground,
and he was forced to fly;
so with his wife and child he fled,
nor had he where to rest his head.

"with fire and sword the country round
was wasted far and wide,
and many a childing mother then,
and new-born baby died;
but things like that, you know, must be
at every famous victory.

"they say it was a shocking sight
after the field was won;
for many thousand bodies here
lay rotting in the sun;
but things like that, you know, must be
after a famous victory.

"great praise the duke of marlbro' won,
and our good prince eugene."
"why, 'twas a very wicked thing! "
said little wilhelmine.
" my little girl," quoth he,
"it was a famous victory.

"and everybody praised the duke
who this great fight did win."
"but what good came of it at last? "
quoth little peterkin.
"why that i cannot tell," said he,
"but 'twas a famous victory."

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