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James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.

October 25

The Charge of the Light Brigade

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)

  • During the battle of Balaklava in the Crimean War, by some mistake an order was given for the Light Brigade of cavalry to charge the Russian artillery at the extremity of the valley. With a battery in front of them and one on each side the Light Brigade hewed its way past the guns in front and routed the enemy’s cavalry. Very few survived this famous charge which occurred on Oct. 25, 1854.

  • I.
    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.

    II.
    “Forward, the Light Brigade!”

    Was there a man dismay’d?

    No tho’ the soldier knew

    Some one had blunder’d;

    Theirs not to make reply,

    Theirs not to reason why,

    Theirs but to do and die

    Into the valley of Death

    Rode the six hundred.

    III.
    Cannon to right of them,

    Cannon to left of them,

    Cannon in front of them

    Volley’d and thunder’d;

    Storm’d at with shot and shell,

    Boldly they rode and well,

    Into the jaws of Death,

    Into the mouth of Hell

    Rode the six hundred.

    IV.
    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 and Russian

    Reel’d from the sabre-stroke

    Shatter’d and sunder’d.

    Then they rode back, but not

    Not the six hundred.

    V.
    Cannon to right of them,

    Cannon to left of them,

    Cannon behind them

    Volley’d and thunder’d;

    Storm’d at with shot and shell,

    While horse and 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.

    VI.
    When can their glory fade?

    O the wild charge they made!

    All the world wonder’d.

    Honor the charge they made!

    Honor the Light Brigade,

    Noble six hundred!