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Phat rhymes from the LT, total cut and paste action


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 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 know
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do or die.
Into the valley of Death,
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the 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 mouh of hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there
Charging an army while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shattered and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at twith 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,
And 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.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!


1 comment:

Lauren said...

Go Lord Tennyson, go! I honestly did a project on this poem in sixth grade that consisted of drawing a picture and explaining to my classmates that it was about death and stuff. I would like to pretend that I was more articulate than that, but honestly, I was a total valley girl.