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Sir Henry Newbolt (1862 - 1938 / Bilston / England)
Poems of Sir Henry Newbolt
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| 61. | The Nile | 4/13/2010 |
| 62. | The Non-Combatant | 4/13/2010 |
| 63. | The Old and Bold | 4/13/2010 |
| 64. | The Old Superb | 4/13/2010 |
| 65. | The Only Son | 4/13/2010 |
| 66. | The Quarter-Gunner's Yarn | 4/13/2010 |
| 67. | The Sailing Of The Long-Ships | 4/13/2010 |
| 68. | The School At War | 4/13/2010 |
| 69. | The Schoolfellow | 1/3/2003 |
| 70. | The Sufi In The City | 4/13/2010 |
| 71. | The Toy Band | 1/3/2003 |
| 72. | The Vigil | 4/13/2010 |
| 73. | The Viking's Song | 4/13/2010 |
| 74. | The Volunteer | 4/13/2010 |
| 75. | The War Films | 1/3/2003 |
| 76. | Vae Victis | 4/13/2010 |
| 77. | Victoria Regina | 4/13/2010 |
| 78. | Vitaï Lampada | 1/3/2003 |
| 79. | Waggon Hill | 4/13/2010 |
| 80. | When I Remember | 4/13/2010 |
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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!"
