Treasure Island

Sir Henry Newbolt

(1862 - 1938 / Bilston / England)

Quotations

  • ''Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come,
    (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?)
    Slung atween the round shot listenin' for the drum,
    An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe.''
    Sir Henry Newbolt (1862-1938), British poet. Drake's Drum (l. 17-20). . . Oxford Book of Modern Verse, The, 1892-1935. William Butler Yeats, ed. (1936) Oxford University Press.
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  • ''He saw the dark wainscot and timbered roof,
    The long tables, and the faces merry and keen;
    The College Eight and their trainer dining aloof,
    The Dons on the dais serene.''
    Sir Henry Newbolt (1862-1938), British poet. He Fell among Thieves (l. 29-32). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • '''O glorious Life, Who dwellest in earth and sun,
    I have lived, I praise and adore Thee."
    A sword swept.
    Over the pass the voices one by one
    Faded, and the hill slept.''
    Sir Henry Newbolt (1862-1938), British poet. He Fell among Thieves (l. 45-49). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • '''Ye have robbed,' said he, 'ye have slaughtered 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.''
    Sir Henry Newbolt (1862-1938), British poet. He Fell among Thieves (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.

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Drake's Drum

Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away,
(Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?)
Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay,
An' dreamin' arl the time O' Plymouth Hoe.
Yarnder lumes the Island, yarnder lie the ships,
Wi' sailor lads a-dancing' heel-an'-toe,
An' the shore-lights flashin', an' the night-tide dashin',
He sees et arl so plainly as he saw et long ago.

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