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'''Title:''' ''The charge of the light brigade''<br>
'''Title:''' ''The charge of the light brigade''<br>
{{Composer|Eduard Hecht}}
{{Composer|Eduard Hecht}}
{{Lyricist|Alfred, Lord Tennyson}}
{{Lyricist|Alfred Tennyson}}


{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>

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  • (Posted 2017-01-02)  CPDL #42478:      Sibelius
Editor: Jonathan Goodliffe (submitted 2017-01-02).   Score information: A4, 19 pages, 188 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: The charge of the light brigade
Composer: Eduard Hecht
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularLament

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

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Description: One of many musical settings of Lord Tennyson's poem. There is also an orchestrated version.

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Original text and translations

<poem>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 soldier knew

 Someone 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 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 Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre stroke

 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 wondered.

Honor the charge they made, Honor the Light Brigade,

 Noble six hundred.