Charge of the Light Brigade - Lord Alfred Tennyson
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!" Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew Someone had blundered. 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.
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