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The Charge of the Light Brigade. By Alfred, Lord Tennyson. I. 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.
His poem focuses on the terrible hardships faced in old age by veterans of the Crimean War, as exemplified by the cavalry men of the Light Brigade. Its purpose was to shame the British public into offering financial assistance.
The poem is a narrative poem, one that tells a story. These lines, in following the first lines of the text, establish the setting and the situation in the story that will unfold as the poem continues. The “six hundred” refers to the soldiers in the Light Brigade.
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.
“The Charge of the Light Brigade” was written by the English poet Alfred Lord Tennyson in response to a battle during the Crimean War (1853-1855). In this battle, a British cavalry unit—the “Light Brigade”—was commanded to charge against a Russian artillery unit.
‘Charge of the Light Brigade’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson is a historically important poem that tells of the incredible bravery of the British cavalry during the Battle of Balaclava. Read Poem PDF Guide
At the Battle of Balaclava on October 25, 1854, the 607 cavalrymen of the Light Brigade, acting on a misinterpreted order, directly charged the Russian artillery–a costly mistake.
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.
by Alfred, Lord 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.
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Hollie McNish - The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Watch on. I. 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.
