Sir Henry Newbolt

(1862 - 1938 / Bilston / England)

Poems of Sir Henry Newbolt

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

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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