The Charge of the Light Brigade |
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1853; note that the poem has additional lines of verse
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!
Cannon to right of them, | Flash'd all their sabres bare, Sab'ring the gunners there, Charging an army, While all the world wonder'd; Plung'd in the batt'ry smoke, Right thro' the line they broke, Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
When shall their glory fade? |
"Having heard that the brave soldiers before Sebastopol, whom I am proud to call my countrymen, have a liking for my Ballad on the charge of the Light Brigade at Balaclava, I have ordered a thousand copies of it to be printed for them - No writing of mine can add to the glory they have acquired in the Crimea; but if what I have heard be true, they will not be displeased to receive these copies of the Ballad from me, and to know that those who si t at home love and honour them."
8th August, 1853.
Alfred Tennyson