Alfred Tennyson-The Charge of the Light Brigade
The Charge of the Light Brigade |
1 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 2 `Forward the Light Brigade!' Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do & die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 3 Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd & thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot & shell, Boldly they rode & well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. 4 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 & Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke, Shatter'd & sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. 5 Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd & thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot & shell, While horse & 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. 6 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! |