Sir Henry Newbolt

(1862 - 1938 / Bilston / England)

Sir Henry Newbolt Poems

61. Gavotte 4/13/2010
62. From Generation To Generation 4/13/2010
63. For A Trafalgar Cenotaph 4/13/2010
64. Fidele's Grassy Tomb 4/13/2010
65. Felix Antonius 4/13/2010
66. Farewell 4/13/2010
67. England 4/13/2010
68. Drake's Drum 1/3/2003
69. Craven 4/13/2010
70. Commemoration 4/13/2010
71. Clifton Chapel 1/3/2003
72. By The Hearth-Stone 4/13/2010
73. Balade 4/13/2010
74. April On Waggon Hill 4/13/2010
75. Among The Tombs 4/13/2010
76. Admirals All 4/13/2010
77. Admiral Death 4/13/2010
78. A Sower 4/13/2010
79. A Song Of Exmoor 4/13/2010
80. A Letter From the Front 1/3/2003

A Letter From the Front

I was out early to-day, spying about
From the top of a haystack -- such a lovely morning --
And when I mounted again to canter back
I saw across a field in the broad sunlight
A young Gunner Subaltern, stalking along
With a rook-rifle held at the read, and -- would you believe it? --
A domestic cat, soberly marching beside him.

So I laughed, and felt quite well disposed to the youngster,

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