My favourite poem

This is my favourite poem composed by Tennyson , my favourite poet. In this poem, one thing that astonished me the most is the bravery and courage of the 600 soldiers of a Light Brigade charging a whole army. Though the soldiers knew that the order meant almost certain death for them, they felt it their duty to obey it without asking any question. If someone tries hard to understand the real meaning of this poem,then he will surely feel like crying.

The Charge Of The Light Brigade

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 soldiers knew
Some one had blunder’d
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.



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.


Flash’d all their sabers bare,
Flash’d as they turned 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-sroke
Shatter'd and 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 and 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!