Sir Henry Newbolt

(1862 - 1938 / Bilston / England)

Sir Henry Newbolt Poems

1. The Building Of The Temple 4/13/2010
2. The Sailing Of The Long-Ships 4/13/2010
3. The Only Son 4/13/2010
4. The Quarter-Gunner's Yarn 4/13/2010
5. The Sufi In The City 4/13/2010
6. When I Remember 4/13/2010
7. The Grenadier's Good-Bye 4/13/2010
8. The Last Word 4/13/2010
9. Rondel - Ii 4/13/2010
10. Laudabunt Alii 4/13/2010
11. Peace 4/13/2010
12. The Echo 4/13/2010
13. The Viking's Song 4/13/2010
14. The Gay Gordons 4/13/2010
15. The Old And Bold 4/13/2010
16. The Non-Combatant 4/13/2010
17. The Death Of Admiral Blake 4/13/2010
18. The School At War 4/13/2010
19. Rondel - I 4/13/2010
20. The Guides At Cabul 4/13/2010
21. Minora Sidera 4/13/2010
22. The Volunteer 4/13/2010
23. The King Of England 4/13/2010
24. The Vigil 4/13/2010
25. Moonset 4/13/2010
26. Hymn 4/13/2010
27. San Stefano 4/13/2010
28. Srahmandazi 4/13/2010
29. The Bright Medusa 4/13/2010
30. Vae Victis 4/13/2010
31. In July 4/13/2010
32. Nel Mezzo Del Cammin 4/13/2010
33. Victoria Regina 4/13/2010
34. Pereunt Et Imputantur 4/13/2010
35. Yattendon 4/13/2010
36. The Nile 4/13/2010
37. Messmates 4/13/2010
38. Outward Bound 4/13/2010
39. On Spion Kop 4/13/2010
40. Master And Man 4/13/2010
Best Poem of Sir Henry Newbolt

Vitaï Lampada

There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"

The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks, ...

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Clifton Chapel

This is the Chapel: here, my son,
Your father thought the thoughts of youth,
And heard the words that one by one
The touch of Life has turn’d to truth.
Here in a day that is not far,
You too may speak with noble ghosts
Of manhood and the vows of war
You made before the Lord of Hosts.

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