
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1853; note that the poem has additional lines of verse
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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 sit at home love and honour them."
8th August, 1853.
Alfred Tennyson

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