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And ever weaker grows thro' acted crime, Or seeming-genial venial fault,

Recurring and suggesting still !
He seems as one whose footsteps halt,
Toiling in immeasurable sand,
And o'er a weary sultry land,
Far beneath a blazing vault,

Sown in a wrinkle of the monstrous hill,

The city sparkles like a grain of salt.

THE

CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE,

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.

2.

“Forward, the Light Brigade !" Was there a man dismay'd ?

Not tho' the soldier knew

Some one had blunderd :

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.

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,

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Cannon behind them

Volley'd and thunderd;

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.

6.

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 !

BRADBURY, AGNEW, & co., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS

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