Sir Henry Newbolt

(1862 - 1938 / Bilston / England)

Poems of Sir Henry Newbolt

41. Peace 4/13/2010
42. Pereunt Et Imputantur 4/13/2010
43. Pereunt Et Imputantur 4/13/2010
44. Rondel - I 4/13/2010
45. Rondel - II 4/13/2010
46. San Stefano 4/13/2010
47. Seringapatam 4/13/2010
48. Srahmandazi 4/13/2010
49. The Best School of All 4/13/2010
50. The Bright Medusa 4/13/2010
51. The Building Of The Temple 4/13/2010
52. The Death Of Admiral Blake 4/13/2010
53. The Echo 4/13/2010
54. The Fighting Téméraire 1/3/2003
55. The Gay Gordons 4/13/2010
56. The Grenadier's Good-Bye 4/13/2010
57. The Guides At Cabul 4/13/2010
58. The King Of England 4/13/2010
59. The Last Word 4/13/2010
60. The Nightjar 3/16/2003

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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