Sir Henry Newbolt
Vitaï Lampada by Sir Henry Newbolt

Vitaï Lampada by Sir Henry Newbolt

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 ...

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Ireland, Ireland by Sir Henry Newbolt

Ireland, Ireland by Sir Henry Newbolt

Down thy valleys, Ireland, Ireland,Down thy valleys green and sad,Still thy spirit wanders wailing,Wanders wailing, wanders mad.Long ago that anguish took thee,Ireland, Ireland, ...

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He Fell Among Thieves by Sir Henry Newbolt

He Fell Among Thieves by Sir Henry Newbolt

‘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 ...

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A Letter From The Front by Sir Henry Newbolt

A Letter From The Front by Sir Henry Newbolt

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 ...

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The Fighting Téméraire by Sir Henry Newbolt

The Fighting Téméraire by Sir Henry Newbolt

It was eight bells ringing, For the morning watch was done, And the gunner's lads were singing As they polished every gun. It was eight bells ringing, And the gunner's lads were ...

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Among The Tombs by Sir Henry Newbolt

Among The Tombs by Sir Henry Newbolt

She is a lady fair and wise,Her heart her counsel keeps,And well she knows of time that fliesAnd tide that onward sweeps;But still she sits with restless eyesWhere Memory ...

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The Schoolfellow by Sir Henry Newbolt

The Schoolfellow by Sir Henry Newbolt

Our game was his but yesteryear; We wished him back; we could not know The self-same hour we missed him here He led the line that broke the foe. Blood-red behind our guarded posts ...

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A Ballad Of John Nicholson by Sir Henry Newbolt

A Ballad Of John Nicholson by Sir Henry Newbolt

It fell in the year of Mutiny, At darkest of the night, John Nicholson by Jalándhar came, On his way to Delhi fight. And as he by Jalándhar came, He thought what he must do, And ...

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Drake’s Drum by Sir Henry Newbolt

Drake’s Drum by Sir Henry Newbolt

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 ...

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The War Films by Sir Henry Newbolt

The War Films by Sir Henry Newbolt

O living pictures of the dead, O songs without a sound, O fellowship whose phantom tread Hallows a phantom ground -- How in a gleam have these revealed The faith we had not found. ...

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Clifton Chapel by Sir Henry Newbolt

Clifton Chapel by Sir Henry Newbolt

This is the Chapel: here, my son,Your father thought the thoughts of youth,And heard the words that one by oneThe touch of Life has turn’d to truth.Here in a day that is not ...

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Balade by Sir Henry Newbolt

Balade by Sir Henry Newbolt

(from the French of Wenceslas, Duke of Brabant and Luxembourg, who died in 1384.)I cannot tell, of twain beneath this bond,Which one in grief the other goes beyond,---Narcissus, ...

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England by Sir Henry Newbolt

England by Sir Henry Newbolt

Praise thou with praise unending,The Master of the Wine;To all their portions sendingHimself he mingled thine:The sea-born flush of morning,The sea-born hush of night,The East ...

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Ionicus by Sir Henry Newbolt

Ionicus by Sir Henry Newbolt

With failing feet and shoulders bowed Beneath the weight of happier days, He lagged among the heedless crowd, Or crept along suburban ways. But still through all his heart was ...

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Admirals All by Sir Henry Newbolt

Admirals All by Sir Henry Newbolt

Effingham, Grenville, Raleigh, Drake,Here's to the bold and free!Benbow, Collingwood, Byron, Blake,Hail to the Kings of the Sea!Admirals all, for England's sake,Honour be yours ...

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The Nightjar by Sir Henry Newbolt

The Nightjar by Sir Henry Newbolt

We loved our nightjar, but she would not stay with us.We had found her lying as dead, but soft and warm, Under the apple tree beside the old thatched wall.Two days we kept her in ...

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By The Hearth-Stone by Sir Henry Newbolt

By The Hearth-Stone by Sir Henry Newbolt

By the hearth-stoneShe sits alone,The long night bearing:With eyes that gleamInto the dreamOf the firelight staring.Low and more lowThe dying glowBurns in the embers;She nothing ...

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Gavotte by Sir Henry Newbolt

Gavotte by Sir Henry Newbolt

(Old French)Memories long in music sleeping,No more sleeping,No more dumb;Delicate phantoms softly creepingSoftly back from the old-world come.Faintest odours around them ...

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Gillespie. by Sir Henry Newbolt

Gillespie. by Sir Henry Newbolt

Riding at dawn, riding alone,Gillespie left the town behind;Before he turned by the Westward roadA horseman crossed him, staggering blind.'The Devil's abroad in false Vellore,The ...

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Farewell by Sir Henry Newbolt

Farewell by Sir Henry Newbolt

Mother, with unbowed headHear thou across the seaThe farewell of the dead,The dead who died for thee.Greet them again with tender words and grave,For saving thee, themselves they ...

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Fidele’s Grassy Tomb by Sir Henry Newbolt

Fidele’s Grassy Tomb by Sir Henry Newbolt

The Squire sat propped in a pillowed chair,His eyes were alive and clear of care,But well he knew that the hour was comeTo bid good-bye to his ancient home.He looked on garden, ...

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Waggon Hill by Sir Henry Newbolt

Waggon Hill by Sir Henry Newbolt

Drake in the North Sea grimly prowling,Treading his dear _Revenge's_ deck,Watched, with the sea-dogs round him growling,Galleons drifting wreck by wreck.'Fetter and Faith for ...

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April On Waggon Hill by Sir Henry Newbolt

April On Waggon Hill by Sir Henry Newbolt

Lad, and can you rest now,There beneath your hill!Your hands are on your breast now,But is your heart so still?'Twas the right death to die, lad,A gift without regret,But unless ...

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The Old Superb by Sir Henry Newbolt

The Old Superb by Sir Henry Newbolt

The wind was rising easterly, the morning sky was blue,The Straits before us opened wide and free;We looked towards the Admiral, where high the Peter flew,And all our hearts were ...

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Hawke by Sir Henry Newbolt

Hawke by Sir Henry Newbolt

In seventeen hundred and fifty-nine,When Hawke came swooping from the West,The French King's Admiral with twenty of the line,Was sailing forth to sack us, out of Brest.The ports ...

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Felix Antonius by Sir Henry Newbolt

Felix Antonius by Sir Henry Newbolt

(After Martial)To-day, my friend is seventy-five;He tells his tale with no regret;His brave old eyes are steadfast yet,His heart the .lightest heart alive.He sees behind him green ...

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For A Trafalgar Cenotaph by Sir Henry Newbolt

For A Trafalgar Cenotaph by Sir Henry Newbolt

Lover of England, stand awhile and gazeWith thankful heart, and lips refrained from praise;They rest beyond the speech of human prideWho served with Nelson and with Nelson died.

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Homeward Bound by Sir Henry Newbolt

Homeward Bound by Sir Henry Newbolt

After long labouring in the windy ways,On smooth and shining tidesSwiftly the great ship glides,Her storms forgot, her weary watches past;Northward she glides, and through the ...

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Admiral Death by Sir Henry Newbolt

Admiral Death by Sir Henry Newbolt

Boys, are ye calling a toast to-night?(Hear what the sea-wind saith)Fill for a bumper strong and bright,And here's to Admiral Death!He's sailed in a hundred builds o' boat,He's ...

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Imogen by Sir Henry Newbolt

Imogen by Sir Henry Newbolt

(A Lady of Tender Age)Ladies, where were your bright eyes glancing,Where were they glancing yester-night?Saw ye Imogen dancing, dancing,Imogen dancing all in white?Laughed she not ...

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The Best School Of All by Sir Henry Newbolt

The Best School Of All by Sir Henry Newbolt

It's good to see the school we knew,the land of youth and dream.To greet again the rule we knew,before we took the stream.Though long we've missed the sight of her,Out hearts may ...

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Yattendon by Sir Henry Newbolt

Yattendon by Sir Henry Newbolt

Among the woods and tillageThat fringe the topmost downs,All lonely lies the village,Far off from seas and towns.Yet when her own folk slumberedI heard within her streetMurmur of ...

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From Generation To Generation by Sir Henry Newbolt

From Generation To Generation by Sir Henry Newbolt

O Son of mine, when dusk shall find thee bendingBetween a gravestone and a cradle's head---Between the love whose name is loss unendingAnd the young love whose thoughts are liker ...

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Pereunt Et Imputantur by Sir Henry Newbolt

Pereunt Et Imputantur by Sir Henry Newbolt

(After Martial)Bernard, if to you and meFortune all at once should giveYears to spend secure and free,With the choice of how to live,Tell me, what should we proclaimLife deserving ...

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Craven by Sir Henry Newbolt

Craven by Sir Henry Newbolt

Over the turret, shut in his iron-clad tower, Craven was conning his ship through smoke and flame; Gun to gun he had battered the fort for an hour, Now was the time for a charge ...

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A Sower by Sir Henry Newbolt

A Sower by Sir Henry Newbolt

With sanguine looksAnd rolling walkAmong the rooksHe loved to stalk,While on the landWith gusty laughFrom a full handHe scattered chaff.Now that withinHis spirit sleepsA harvest ...

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Vitaï Lampada by Sir Henry Newbolt

Vitaï Lampada by Sir Henry Newbolt

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 ...

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O Pulchritudo by Sir Henry Newbolt

O Pulchritudo by Sir Henry Newbolt

O Saint whose thousand shrines our feet have trodAnd our eyes loved thy lamp's eternal beam,Dim earthly radiance of the Unknown God,Hope of the darkness, light of them that ...

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A Song Of Exmoor by Sir Henry Newbolt

A Song Of Exmoor by Sir Henry Newbolt

The Forest above and the Combe below,On a bright September morn!He's the soul of a clod who thanks not GodThat ever his body was born!So hurry along, the stag's afoot,The Master's ...

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Master And Man by Sir Henry Newbolt

Master And Man by Sir Henry Newbolt

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.Leave professors to read their ain ...

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Seringapatam by Sir Henry Newbolt

Seringapatam by Sir Henry Newbolt

'The sleep that Tippoo Sahib sleepsHeeds not the cry of man;The faith that Tippoo Sahib keepsNo judge on earth may scan;He is the lord of whom ye holdSpirit and sense and ...

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Nel Mezzo Del Cammin by Sir Henry Newbolt

Nel Mezzo Del Cammin by Sir Henry Newbolt

Whisper it not that late in yearsSorrow shall fade and the world be brighter,Life be freed of tremor and tears,Heads be wiser and hearts be lighter.Ah! but the dream that all ...

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Outward Bound by Sir Henry Newbolt

Outward Bound by Sir Henry Newbolt

Dear Earth, near Earth, the clay that made us men,The land we sowed,The hearth that glowed---O Mother, must we bid farewell to thee?Fast dawns the last dawn, and what shall ...

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Messmates by Sir Henry Newbolt

Messmates by Sir Henry Newbolt

He gave us all a good-bye cheerilyAt the first dawn of day;We dropped him down the side full drearilyWhen the light died away.It's a dead dark watch that he's a-keeping there,And ...

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Rondel – Ii by Sir Henry Newbolt

Rondel – Ii by Sir Henry Newbolt

(from the French of Wenceslas, Duke of Brabant and Luxembourg, who died in 1384.)Long ago to thee I gaveBody, soul, and all I have---Nothing in the world I keep:All that in return ...

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Commemoration by Sir Henry Newbolt

Commemoration by Sir Henry Newbolt

I sat by the granite pillar, and sunlight fellWhere the sunlight fell of old,And the hour was the hour my heart remembered well,And the sermon rolled and rolledAs it used to roll ...

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On Spion Kop by Sir Henry Newbolt

On Spion Kop by Sir Henry Newbolt

Foremost of all on battle's fiery steepHere VERTUE fell, and here he sleeps his sleep.A fairer name no Roman ever gaveTo stand sole monument on Valour's grave.

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The Toy Band by Sir Henry Newbolt

The Toy Band by Sir Henry Newbolt

A Song of the Great RetreatDreary lay the long road, dreary lay the town, Lights out and never a glint o' moon: Weary lay the stragglers, half a thousand down, Sad sighed the ...

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Hope The Hornblower by Sir Henry Newbolt

Hope The Hornblower by Sir Henry Newbolt

'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.Follow me, hearts that love the chase;Follow ...

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Hymn by Sir Henry Newbolt

Hymn by Sir Henry Newbolt

In The Time Of War And TumultsO Lord Almighty, Thou whose handsDespair and victory give;In whom, though tyrants tread their lands,The souls of nations live;Thou wilt not turn Thy ...

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