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Buddha (laughingbuddha) wrote,
@ 2003-04-08 22:50:00
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    Current mood:at peace
    Current music:I'll C U when U get there - Coolio

    Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

    The Charge of the Light Brigade

    I

    1 Half a league, half a league,
    2 Half a league onward,
    3 All in the valley of Death
    4 Rode the six hundred.
    5 `Forward, the Light Brigade!
    6 Charge for the guns!' he said:
    7 Into the valley of Death
    8 Rode the six hundred.

    II

    9 `Forward, the Light Brigade!'
    10 Was there a man dismay'd?
    11 Not tho' the soldier knew
    12 Some one had blunder'd:
    13 Their's not to make reply,
    14 Their's not to reason why,
    15 Their's but to do and die:
    16 Into the valley of Death
    17 Rode the six hundred.

    III

    18 Cannon to right of them,
    19 Cannon to left of them,
    20 Cannon in front of them
    21 Volley'd and thunder'd;
    22 Storm'd at with shot and shell,
    23 Boldly they rode and well,
    24 Into the jaws of Death,
    25 Into the mouth of Hell
    26 Rode the six hundred.

    IV

    27 Flash'd all their sabres bare,
    28 Flash'd as they turn'd in air
    29 Sabring the gunners there,
    30 Charging an army, while
    31 All the world wonder'd:
    32 Plunged in the battery-smoke
    33 Right thro' the line they broke;
    34 Cossack and Russian
    35 Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
    36 Shatter'd and sunder'd.
    37 Then they rode back, but not
    38 Not the six hundred.

    V

    39 Cannon to right of them,
    40 Cannon to left of them,
    41 Cannon behind them
    42 Volley'd and thunder'd;
    43 Storm'd at with shot and shell,
    44 While horse and hero fell,
    45 They that had fought so well
    46 Came thro' the jaws of Death,
    47 Back from the mouth of Hell,
    48 All that was left of them,
    49 Left of six hundred.

    VI

    50 When can their glory fade?
    51 O the wild charge they made!
    52 All the world wonder'd.
    53 Honour the charge they made!
    54 Honour the Light Brigade,
    55 Noble six hundred!



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