The Charge of the Light Brigade
Alfred Lord Tennyson
1809 to 1892
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Rode the six hundred.
Not though the soldier knew
Boldly they rode and well,
All in the valley of Death
Honour the Light Brigade,
Into the mouth of hell
Charge for the guns!" he said.
All the world wondered.
Theirs but to do and die.
Shattered and sundered.
O the wild charge they made!
Cannon to right of them,
Left of six hundred.
Theirs not to make reply,
Into the valley of Death
Then they rode back, but not
Half a league onward,
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Theirs not to reason why,
Sabring the gunners there,
Right through the line they broke;
Rode the six hundred.
Volleyed and thundered;
Volleyed and thundered;
Honour the charge they made!
Rode the six hundred.
They that had fought so well
Into the valley of Death
When can their glory fade?
Into the jaws of Death,
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Not the six hundred.
Cannon in front of them
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Cossack and Russian
While horse and hero fell.
Was there a man dismayed?
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Charging an army, while
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Half a league, half a league,
Flashed as they turned in air
Noble six hundred!
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to left of them,
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
Flashed all their sabres bare,
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Cannon behind them
All that was left of them,
All the world wondered.
Someone had blundered.