Sir Henry Newbolt

[Henry Newbolt] (1862 - 1938 / Bilston / England)

Sir Henry Newbolt Poems

41. The Death Of Admiral Blake 4/13/2010
42. The King Of England 4/13/2010
43. The School At War 4/13/2010
44. The Viking's Song 4/13/2010
45. Vae Victis 4/13/2010
46. The Volunteer 4/13/2010
47. Waggon Hill 4/13/2010
48. The Non-Combatant 4/13/2010
49. O Pulchritudo 4/13/2010
50. From Generation To Generation 4/13/2010
51. Craven 4/13/2010
52. The Toy Band 1/3/2003
53. The Bright Medusa 4/13/2010
54. Yattendon 4/13/2010
55. The Vigil 4/13/2010
56. Balade 4/13/2010
57. Gavotte 4/13/2010
58. By The Hearth-Stone 4/13/2010
59. Admiral Death 4/13/2010
60. Outward Bound 4/13/2010
61. Imogen 4/13/2010
62. Gillespie. 4/13/2010
63. Homeward Bound 4/13/2010
64. Fidele's Grassy Tomb 4/13/2010
65. Farewell 4/13/2010
66. The Schoolfellow 1/3/2003
67. The War Films 1/3/2003
68. Among The Tombs 4/13/2010
69. England 4/13/2010
70. Admirals All 4/13/2010
71. The Nightjar 3/16/2003
72. Ireland, Ireland 1/3/2003
73. A Ballad Of John Nicholson 1/3/2003
74. Clifton Chapel 1/3/2003
75. The Old Superb 4/13/2010
76. A Letter From The Front 1/3/2003
77. He Fell Among Thieves 1/3/2003
78. The Best School Of All 4/13/2010
79. Drake's Drum 1/3/2003
80. The Fighting Téméraire 1/3/2003

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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! '

The sand of the desert is sodden red,—
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; —
The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's ...

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Clifton Chapel

This is the Chapel: here, my son,
Your father thought the thoughts of youth,
And heard the words that one by one
The touch of Life has turn’d to truth.
Here in a day that is not far,
You too may speak with noble ghosts
Of manhood and the vows of war
You made before the Lord of Hosts.

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