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Charge of the Light Brigade

by
Alfred, Lord Tennyson



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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 dismayed ?

Not though the soldier knew

Some one 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.
 

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.
 

Flashed all their sabres bare,

Flashed as they turned in air,

Sabering 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.
 

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.
 

When can their glory fade ?

O the wild charge they made !

All the world wondered.

Honor the charge they made !

Honor the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred !

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