Poem/Extract: Light Brigade By Alfred Tennyson 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 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, Question: Question 103 from the scanned CTET paper; OCR text is unclear and requires page review.

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