The battle of the valley of death by Alfred, Lord Tennyson 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 dismayd? Not tho the soldier knew Someone had blunderd: 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 Volleyd and thunderd; Stormd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flashd all their sabres bare, Flashd as they turnd in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonderd: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reeld from the sabre stroke Shatterd and sunderd. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volleyd and thunderd; Stormd at with shot and shell, While horse and 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 wondered. Honour the charge they made, Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 02:34:05 +0000
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