The Charge of the Light Brigade by Tennyson.
As i'm an American,i'm not privy to the more personal histories of the British army in verse, but I do know this one.All know this one.
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!"
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 the right of them,
Cannon to the right of the them
Cannon in front of them
Volly'd and thunder'd
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode an 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 turned in air,
Charging an army,while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery smoke
Right thro' the line they broke:
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the Sabre stroke
Shatter'd 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 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 womdered
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Ligh Brigade,
Noble six hundred
Alfred Lord Tennyson