Charge of the Light Brigade

Posted by LINDA Z on August 22, 2001

In Reply to: Charge of the Light Brigade posted by ESC on August 22, 2001

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

I had a gut feeling it was Charge of the Light Brigade, but I could not find it because I was not quoting it properly. I love this site.

Lindaz

: : Where does this phrase come from? Some one in my office thought Shakespeare, I thought a poem...maybe bugs bunny said it...can anyone help?

: : linda

: :
: : Ours is not to wonder why, ours is just to do or die

: Bugs probably said it. But he didn't originate it.

: The Charge of the Light Brigade
: Alfred, Lord Tennyson
: 1.
: 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.

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: 2.
: "Forward, the Light Brigade!"
: Was there a man dismay'd?
: Not tho' the soldier knew
: Someone had blunder'd:
: Their's not to make reply,
: Their's not to reason why,
: Their's but to do and die:
: Into the valley of Death
: Rode the six hundred.

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: 3.
: 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.

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: 4.
: 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.

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: 5.
: 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.

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: 6.
: 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.
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: Copied from Poems of Alfred Tennyson,
: J. E. Tilton and Company, Boston, 1870