THEATRUM BELLI

Charge of the Light Brigade

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)

 

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 & shell,

Boldly they rode & 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 there,

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 & thunder'd ;

Storm'd at with shot & 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 world wonder'd.

Honour the charge they made !

Honour the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred !