The Charge Of The Light Brigade - Lord Alfred Tennyson
Some days, I like to be melancholic. I like to think. I like to feel.
The reason for this post is I was watching (for the second time) the film The Blind Side last evening, and in that film came the mention of the poem The Charge of the light brigade by Lord Alfred Tennyson. This was a poem I had studied in school, a long time ago. And just like Michael Oher, the protagonist of the movie, feels saddened on hearing the poem, I remembered feeling the same way when this poem was explained to us in school.
So here I am, sharing this touching and evergreen piece of poetry which I found here.
The Charge
Of The Light Brigade
Written 1854
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 dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & 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.
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 & Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
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 & 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 wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
I too remember reading this Tennyson Poem in School....
ReplyDeleteThanks for the deja-vu Da....
My favorite lines were
"Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die"