| 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 main dismay’d ? |
| Not tho’ the soldier knew |
| Some one had
blunder’d : |
| Their’s not to make reply, |
| Their’s not to reason why, |
| Their’s 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 |
| Volley’d and
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 and Russian |
| Reel’d from the sabre-stroke |
| Shatter’d and
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 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
wonder’d, |
| Honour the charge they made ! |
| Honour the Light Brigade, |
Noble six hundred
!
|
| Alfred,
Lord Tennyson |
Classic Poems |
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