Compare the ways poets present the effect of conflict in Charge of the Light ‘The and in one other poem from and Brigade’ ‘Power Conflict’ [30 marks] 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. the Light Brigade! ‘Forward, Charge for the he said: guns!’ Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 2. the Light ‘Forward, Brigade!’ Was there a man dismay’d? the soldier knew Not tho’ 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. 3. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them and Volley’d thunder’d; at with shot and shell, Storm’d Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. 4. all their sabres bare, Flash’d as they in air Flash’d turn’d Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder’d: Plunged in the battery-smoke the line they broke; Right thro’ Cossack and Russian from the sabre-stroke Reel’d and Shatter’d sunder’d. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred.
Compare the ways poets present the effect of conflict in ‘The Charge of the Light Brigade’ and in one other poem from ‘Power and Conflict’ [30 marks] 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 and 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 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. 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 and Russian Reel’d from the sabre-stroke Shatter’d and sunder’d. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred.