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THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
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!
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Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
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,
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,
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Then they rode back, but not
Not 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,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Back from the mouth of Hell,
Oh, all that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
Oh what a charge they made!
Oh what a charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Noble six hundred!
Noble six hundred!
Charge of the Light Brigade!
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Trooper of the 13th Light Dragoons
after the Charge.
Detail from "All That Was Left of Them"
By Richard Caton Woodville
The Charge of the Light Brigade, Balaclava
(From Simpson's "Seat of War in the East,"
1855-1856)
Original hand written copy of
"The Charge of the Light Brigade":
http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/
britpo/tennyson/TenChar.html
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