Charge of the Light Brigade

Charge of the Light Brigade
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league oneward
All in the valley of death
Rode the six hundred

‘Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!’ he cried
Into the valley of death
Rode the six hundred
‘Forward the light brigade!’
Was there a man dismay’d
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Someone 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
Volly’d and thunder’d
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode, and well
Into the jaws of death, I
nto the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred
Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring h gunners there
Charging and army while
All the world wonder’d
Plunged in the batter-smoke
Right tho’ 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 the right of them
Cannon to the left of them
Cannon in front of them
Volly’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 the six hundred

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder’d
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Nobel six hundred!

by alfred tennyson