"The Charge of the Light Brigade" is an 1854 narrative poem by Lord Alfred Tennyson about the Charge of the Light Brigade at the Battle of Balaclava during the Crimean War. I'm not much of a poetry lover, nor I'm well educated in the English battles mentioned above, but for some reason I found this poem a couple of years ago and I really liked it.
I hope you enjoy it as well!
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... 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... Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. | Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them 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. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made, Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred |