Sir Henry Newbolt Poems

His beauty bore no token,
No sign our gladness shook;
With tender strength unbroken
The hand of Life he took:
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'Hark ye, hark to the winding horn;
Sluggards, awake, and front the morn!
Hark ye, hark to the winding horn;
The sun's on meadow and mill.
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Foremost of all on battle's fiery steep
Here VERTUE fell, and here he sleeps his sleep.
A fairer name no Roman ever gave
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Do ye ken hoo to fush for the salmon?
If ye'll listen I'll tell ye.
Dinna trust to the books and their gammon,
They're but trying to sell ye.
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Among the woods and tillage
That fringe the topmost downs,
All lonely lies the village,
Far off from seas and towns.
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He gave us all a good-bye cheerily
At the first dawn of day;
We dropped him down the side full drearily
When the light died away.
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Bernard, if to you and me
Fortune all at once should give
Years to spend secure and free,
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A thousand years by sea and land
Our race hath served the island kings,
But not by custom's dull command
To-day with song her Empire rings:
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Drake in the North Sea grimly prowling,
Treading his dear _Revenge's_ deck,
Watched, with the sea-dogs round him growling,
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Whisper it not that late in years
Sorrow shall fade and the world be brighter,
Life be freed of tremor and tears,
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