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The Charge Of The Light Brigade

The Charge Of The Light Brigade

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. 

"Forward, the Light Brigade!" 
Was there a man dismay'd? 
Not tho' the soldier knew 
    Some one had blunder'd: 
Theirs not to make reply, 
Theirs not to reason why, 
Theirs but to do & die, 
Into the valley of Death 
    Rode the six hundred. 

Cannon to right of them, 
Cannon to left of them, 
Cannon in front of them 
    Volley'd & thunder'd; 
Storm'd at with shot and shell, 
Boldly they rode and well, 
Into the jaws of Death, 
Into the mouth of Hell 
    Rode the six hundred. 

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

Cannon to right of them, 
Cannon to left of them, 
Cannon behind them 
    Volley'd and thunder'd; 
Storm'd at with shot and shell, 
While horse & hero fell, 
They that had fought so well 
Came thro' the jaws of Death, 
Back from the mouth of Hell, 
All that was left of them, 
    Left of six hundred. 

When can their glory fade? 
O the wild charge they made! 
    All the world wonder'd. 
Honour the charge they made! 
Honour the Light Brigade, 
    Noble six hundred! 

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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