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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.
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- 'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
- Was there a man dismay'd?
- Not tho' the soldiers knew
- Some one had blunder'd:
- 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 the right of them,
- Cannon to the 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 turned 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
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