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. <br /> <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. <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. <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. <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. <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/the-charge-of-the-light-brigade-3/
