Chapters 17
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1 01 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by AAB 2:19
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 dismayed, not though the soldier knew someone had blundered? 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 volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell. Boldly they rode, and well, into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell, rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabers bare, flashed as they turn in air, sabering the gunners there, charging an army while all the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery smoke, right through the line they broke. Cossack and Russian. Reeled from sabre-stroke, shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not, not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon behind them volleyed and thundered. Stormed at with shot and shell, while horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well came through 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? Oh, the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made. Honor the light brigade. Noble six hundred.
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2 02 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by BK 2:44
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. Rowed the six hundred. Forward, the light brigade. Was there a man dismayed? Not, though the soldier knew, some one had blundered. There's not to make reply. There's not to reason why. There's but to do and die. Into the valley of death. Rowed the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon in front of them, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell, boldly they rode, and well, into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell, rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabers bare, flashed as they turned in air, sabring.
The gunners there, charging an army, while all the world wondered. Plunged in the battery smoke, right through the line they broke. Cossack and Russian reeled from the saber stroke, shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not, not the 600. Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them. Cannon behind them, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell, while horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well came through 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? Oh! The wild charge they made, All the world wondered. Honor, the charge they made, Honor, the light brigade, Noble, six hundred.
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3 03 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by CB 2:04
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Half a league, half a league, half a league onward, all in the valley of death rode the 600. Forward the light brigade! Charge for the guns, he said. Into the valley of death rode the 600. Forward, the Light Brigade! Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew. Someone had blundered. 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 volleyed and thundered. Stormed at with shot and shell, boldly they rode, and well, into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell, rode the 600. Flashed all their sabers bare, flashed as they turned in air, sabering the gunners there, charging an enemy while all the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery's smoke, right through the line they broke, Cossack and Russian reeled from the sabre stroke, shattered and sundered. Then they rode back. But not, not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon behind them, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell, while horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well came through 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? Oh, the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made. Honor the light brigade. Noble 600.
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4 04 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by CLP 1:55
Half a league, half a league, half a league onward, all in the Valley of Death rode the 600. Forward the Light Brigade. Charge for the guns, he said. Into the Valley of Death rode the 600. Forward the Light Brigade. Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew someone had blundered. 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. Vollied and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell. Boldly they rode and well into the jaws of death. Into the mouth of hell rode the six hundred.
Flashed all their sabres bare, flashed as they turned in air. Sabreng the gunners there, charging an army while all the world wondered. Plunged in the battery smoke right through the line they broke. Cossack and Russian reeled from the sabre stroke, shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not, not the 600. Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon behind them. Vollied and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell, while horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well came through 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? Oh, the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made.
Honor the light brigade. Noble six hundred.
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5 05 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by DL 2:12
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 dismayed? Not though the soldier knew, some one had blundered. There's not to make reply, there's not to reason why, there's but to do and 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, volleyed and thundered, stormed 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 wondered.
Plunged in the battery smoke, right through the line they broke. Cossack and Russian, reel'd from the sabre stroke, shattered and sundered. 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, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell, while horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well came through 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? Oh, the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made. Honor the light brigade. Noble six hundred.
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6 06 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by EL 2:18
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 dismayed? Not though the soldier knew. Someone had blundered. There's not to make reply. There's not to reason why. There's 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, volleyed and thundered. Stormed at with shot and shell. Boldly they rode and well. Into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell, rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabres bare, flashed as they turned in air, sabring the gunners there, charging an army while all the world wandered.
Plunged in the battery smoke, right through the line they broke, Cossack and Russian reeled from the sabre stroke, shuttered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not. Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon behind them, volleyed and thundered, stormed out with shot and shell while horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well came through 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 wondered. Honor the charge they made, honor the light brigade, noble six hundred.
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7 07 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by GG 2:43
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. Rowed the six hundred. Forward the light brigade. Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew. Someone had blundered. There's not to make reply. There's not to reason why. There's but to do and die. Into the valley of death. Rowed the six hundred. Cannon to right of them. Cannon to left of them. Cannon in front of them, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell. Boldly they rode and well into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell, rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabres bare, flashed as they turned in air, sabring the gunners there, charging an army while.
All the world wondered, plunged in the battery's smoke. Right through the line they broke, Cossack and Russian, reeled from the sabre-stroke, shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not, not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon behind them, volleyed and thundered. Stormed at with shot and shell, while horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well came through the jaws of death, came 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 wondered. Honor the charge they made. Honor the light brigade. Noble 600.
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8 08 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by JAB 2:25
Half a league, half a league, half a league onward, all in the valley of death rode the 600. Forward the light brigade, charge for the guns, he said. Into the valley of death rode the 600. Forward the light brigade. Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew, someone had blundered. 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 the right of them, Cannon to the left of them, Cannon in front of them, volleyed and thundered. Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode, and well, Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of hell rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabres bare, Flashed as they turned in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army while all the world wandered, Plunged in the battery smoke, Right through the line they broke, Cossack and Russian reeled from the saber stroke, Shattered and sundered.
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, Vollied and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, they that had fought so well. Came through 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? Oh, the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made. Honor the light brigade, noble six hundred.
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9 09 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by LCW 2:13
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 dismayed? Not though the soldier knew, some one had blundered. 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 the right of them, cannon to the left of them, cannon in front of them, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell. Boldly they rode, and well. Into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell, rode the six hundred.
Flashed all their sabres bare, flashed as they turned in air, sabring the gunners there, charging an army while all the world wondered. Plunged in the battery smoke, right through the line they broke, Cossack and Russian, reeled from the sabre stroke, shattered and sundered. 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, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell, while horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well came through 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.
Honor the charge they made. Honor the light brigade. Noble 600.
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10 10 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by LLW 2:35
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 dismayed? Not though the soldier knew some one had blundered. There's not to make reply. There's not to reason why. There's 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, volleyed and thundered, stormed at which shot and shell, boldly they rode and well. Into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell, rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabres bare, flashed as they turned in air, sabring the gunners there, charging an army.
While all the world wondered, plunged in the battery smoke, right through the line they broke. Cossack and Russian reeled from the saber stroke, shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not, not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon behind them, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell, while horse And Hero fell. They that had fought so well came through 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? Oh, the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made! Honor the Light Brigade. Noble six hundred.
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11 11 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by MK 2:49
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 dismayed? Not though the soldier knew someone had blundered. 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, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell. Boldly they rode, and well, into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell, rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabers bare, flashed as they turned in air.
Sabering the gunners there, charging an army while all the world wondered. Plunged in the battery smoke, right through the line they broke. Cossack and Russian reeled from the saber stroke, shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not, not the 600. Cannon to right of them. Cannon to left of them, cannon behind them, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell, while horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well came through 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? Oh, the wild charge they made. All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made. Honor the light brigade. Noble six hundred.
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12 12 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by NB 2:31
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 dismayed? Not, though the soldier knew, someone had blundered. 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, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell. Boldly they rode, and well, into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell, rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabres bare, flashed as they turned in air, sabring the gunners there, charging an army while all the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery smoke right through the line they broke, Cossack and Russian reeled from the sabre stroke, shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon behind them, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell while horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well came through 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? Oh, the wild charge they made, all the world wondered. Honor the charge they made, honor the light brigade, noble six hundred.
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13 13 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by PJW 2:09
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 dismayed? Not though the soldier knew, someone had blundered. There's not to make reply, there's not to reason why, there's 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, volleyed and thundered. Stormed out with shot and shell, boldly they rode, and well, into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell. Wrote the 600. Flashed all their sabres bare, flashed as they turned in air, sabring the gunners there, charging an army while all the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery smoke, right through the line they broke. Cossack and Russian reeled from the sabre stroke, shattered and sundered. Then they wrote back, but not, not the 600. Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon behind them, volleyed and thundered. Stormed at with shot and shell, while horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well came through 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? Oh, the wild charge they made, all the world wondered. Honor the charge they made, Honor the light brigade, Noble six hundred.
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14 14 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by RJO 2:12
Oldfield. 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 dismayed? Not though the soldier knew, some one had blundered. There's not to make reply, there's not to reason why, there's but to do and die. Into the valley of death rowed the six hundred. Cannon to the right of them, cannon to the left of them, cannon in front of them, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell, boldly they rowed, and well, into the jaws of death. Into the mouth of hell rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabres bare, flashed as they turned in air, sabring the gunners there, charging an army while all the world wandered.
Plunged in the battery smoke, right through the line they broke. Cossack and Russian, reeled from the sabre stroke, shattered and sundered. 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, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell, while horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well came through the jaws of death, back from the mouth of hell, all that was left of them, left of six hundred. Where can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made, all the world wondered. Honour the charge they made. Honour the light brigade. Noble six hundred.
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15 15 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by SGT 2:29
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 dismayed, not though the soldier knew someone had blundered? There's not to make reply. There's not to reason why. There's 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, volleyed and thundered. Stormed at with shot and shell. Boldly they rode and well into the jaws of death. Into the mouth of hell rode the 600. Flashed all their sabers bare. Flashed as they turned in air, sabering the gunners there.
Charging an army while all the world wandered. Plunged in the battery smoke right through the line they broke. Cossack and Russian reeled from the saber-stroke, shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not, not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon behind them, volleyed and thundered. Stormed at with shot and shell, while horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well came through 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? Oh, the wild charge they made, all the world wondered. Honor the charge they made, honor the light brigade, noble six hundred.
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16 16 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by TJR 3:46
Rowland on March 8th, 2015, in Los Angeles, California.
Hath a league. Hath a league. Hath 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 600. Forward, the light brigade. Was there a man, dismayed? Not though the soldier knew some one had blundered.
There's not to make reply. There's not a reason why. There's but to do and 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, volleyed and thundered. Stormed at with shot and shell, boldly they rode, and well into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell rode a six hundred. Flashed all their sabers bare, flashed as they turned in air, sabering the gunners there. Charging an army while all the world wondered. Plunged in the battery smoke, right through the line they broke. Cossack and Russian reeled from the save-a-stroke, shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not, not the 600. Cannon! To the right of them. Cannon! To the left of them. Cannon! Behind them volleyed and thundered. Stormed at with shot and shell, while horse and hero fell, they that had fought so well came through 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?
Oh, the wild charge they made.
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made. Honor the Light Brigade.
Noble.
Six.
Hundred.
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17 17 - Charge of the Light Brigade - Read by TK 2:39
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 600. Forward the light brigade! Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew, some one had blundered. There's not to make reply. There's not to reason why. There's but to do and die. Into the valley of death rode the 600. Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon in front of them, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell. Boldly they rode, and well, into the jaws of death, into the mouth of hell rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabers bare. Flashed as they turned in air, sabring the gunners there, charging an army while all the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery smoke, right through the line they broke. Cossack and Russian reeled from the sabre-stroke, shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not, not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them. Cannon to left of them, cannon behind them, volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell, while horse and hero fell. They that had fought so well came through 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? Oh, the wild charge they made, All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made, Honor the light brigade, Noble six hundred.