The Charge Of The Brigade by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Flash'd all their sabres bare, Memorializing Events in the Battle of Flash'd as they turn'd in air Balaclava, October 25, 1854 Sabring the gunners Written 1854 Charging an army while All the world wonder'd: Half a league half a league, Plunged in the battery-smoke Half a league onward, Right thro' the line they broke; All in the valley of Death Cossack & Russian Rode the six hundred: Reel'd from the sabre-stroke, 'Forward, the Light Brigade! Shatter'd & sunder'd. Charge for the guns' he said: Then they rode back, but not Into the valley of Death Not the six hundred. Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, 'Forward, the Light Brigade!' Cannon to left of them, Was there a man dismay'd ? Cannon behind them Not tho' the soldier knew Volley'd and thunder'd; Some one had blunder'd: Storm'd at with shot and shell, Theirs not to make reply, While horse & hero fell, Theirs not to reason why, They that had fought so well Theirs but to do & die, Came thro' the jaws of Death, Into the valley of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, Rode the six hundred. All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, When can their glory fade? Cannon in front of them O the wild charge they made! Volley'd & thunder'd; All the wonder'd. Storm'd at with shot and shell, Honour the charge they made! Boldly they rode and well, Honour the Light Brigade, Into the jaws of Death, Noble six hundred! Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
The Charge Of The Brigade by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Memorializing Events in the Battle of Balaclava, October 25, 1854 Written 1854 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: Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do & 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 & 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 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. 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 & 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 wonder'd. Honour the charge they made! Honour the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred!
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