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Henry Newbolt Poems

  • Yattendon
    Among the woods and tillage
    That fringe the topmost downs,
    All lonely lies the village,
    Far off from seas and towns....
  • When I Remember
    When I remember that the day will come
    For this our love to quit his land of birth,
    And bid farewell to all the ways of earth
    With lips that must for evermore be dumb,...
  • Waggon Hill
    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....
  • Vitai 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....
  • Victoria Regina
    (June 21st, 1897*)


    A thousand years by sea and land...
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Night 29 Life 25 Long 24 Heart 23 Pride 21 Death 19 Great 18 World 18 Sea 17 Beneath 16


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Duncanducky: ...the river of death has brimmed his banks, and england's far, and honour a name, but the voice of a schoolboy ral...
Blackwellrare: a lovely, seasonally appropriate illustration by althea willoughby, from ariel poem no. 32, henry newbolt's a child...
Alex_rojaspe: as sir henry newbolt sums it up: "the real test of success is whether a life has been a happy one and a happy givin...
Astrildschild: the river of death has brimmed his banks and england's far,and honour a name, but the voice of a schoolboy rallies...
Sir_creaky: "take my drum to england, hang et by the shore, strike et when your powder's runnin' low; if the dons sight devon,...
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We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
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