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