Here is one of my favourites:
The
Charge Of The Light Brigade
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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 and shell,
Boldly they rode and 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 and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and 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!
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