Charge Of The Light Brigade

Charge of the LIght Brigade
ALFRED TENNYSON
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Flashed all their ambers bare
Finshed as they turned in air
Hab’ring the gunners there
Charging on army, while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the battery smoke,
Right through the line they broke:
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
Shattered and sundered

Then they rode back, but not-
Not the six hundred

Cannon to right of them
Cannon to left of them
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered:
Stormed at with shot and shell
While horse und hero fell
They that had fought sa well
Came through the jaws of death
Back from the mouth of the heil
All that was left of them-
Left of six hundred

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
Ail the world wondered
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade-
Noble six hundred!