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Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Charge Of The Light Brigade
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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. 
 
`Forward, the Light Brigade!` 
Was there a man 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!
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