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- "The Charge of the Light Brigade"
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- Half a league, half a league,\\
- Half a league onward,\\
- All in the valley of Death\\
- Rode the six hundred.\\
- "Charge," was the captain's cry;\\
- Their's not to reason why,\\
- Their's not to make reply,\\
- Their's but to do and die,\\
- Into the valley of Death\\
- Rode the six hundred.
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- 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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- Flash'd all their sabres bare,\\
- Flash'd all at once in air,\\
- Sabring the gunners there,\\
- Charging an army, while\\
- All the world wonder'd:\\
- Plunged in the battery-smoke\\
- Fiercely the line they broke;\\
- Strong was the sabre-stroke:\\
- Making an army reel\\
- Shaken and sundere'd.\\
- Then they rode back, but not,\\
- Not the six hundred.
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- 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,\\
- They that had struck so well\\
- Rode thro' the jaws of Death,\\
- Half a league back again,\\
- Up from the mouth of Hell,\\
- All that was left of them,\\
- Left of six hundred.
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- Honour the brave and bold!\\
- Long shall the tale be told,\\
- Yea, when our babes are old--\\
- How they rode onward.
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- :[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charge_of_the_Light_Brigade The real Charge]. ''C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre.'' - "It's magnificent, but it ain't war."
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