Treasure Island

Sir Henry Newbolt

(1862 - 1938 / Bilston / England)

Poems of Sir Henry Newbolt

21. Gavotte 4/13/2010
22. Gillespie. 4/13/2010
23. Hawke 4/13/2010
24. He fell among Thieves 1/3/2003
25. Homeward Bound 4/13/2010
26. Hope The Hornblower 4/13/2010
27. Hymn 4/13/2010
28. Imogen 4/13/2010
29. In July 4/13/2010
30. Ionicus 1/3/2003
31. Ireland, Ireland 1/3/2003
32. Laudabunt Alii 4/13/2010
33. Master And Man 4/13/2010
34. Messmates 4/13/2010
35. Minora Sidera 4/13/2010
36. Moonset 4/13/2010
37. Nel Mezzo Del Cammin 4/13/2010
38. O Pulchritudo 4/13/2010
39. On Spion Kop 4/13/2010
40. Outward Bound 4/13/2010

He fell among Thieves

‘Ye have robb’d,’ said he, ‘ye have slaughter’d and made an end,
Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead:
What will ye more of your guest and sometime friend?’
‘Blood for our blood,’ they said.

He laugh’d: ‘If one may settle the score for five,
I am ready; but let the reckoning stand till day:
I have loved the sunlight as dearly as any alive.’
‘You shall die at dawn,’ said they.

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