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

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!"

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