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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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Thiefree: 5th January: Today I'm liking  Henry Newbolt's poetry. Overly patriotic and battle happy, yes, but it's got a beat and you can dance to it.

roderickadieu: Somerset Churches. Aisholt in the Quantock Hills - one of the 53 Thankful Villages in UK that had no fatalities in...

StillReforming: We are sojourners here as all our fathers were, As all our children shall be, forgetting and forgot: The fame of ma...

StillReforming: "Let us build for the years we shall not see." Henry Newbolt

ellieearlstxn_: it's my grandads birthday somebody send us a surprise for him at the spoons. Table 83 , The Sir Henry NewboltŸ˜‚Ÿ’ƒŸ¼Ÿº

deprussian: "The world is dead; why are we travelling still?" - Moonset, Sir Henry Newbolt

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thewriterswife: Enjoying Sir Henry Newbolt's Memoirs very much and when he mentions writing Drakes Drum I read the poem, which I ha...

Codders4: "Drake's Drum" by Henry Newbolt - One of my all time favourite poems

PioneerLibrary_: "Glory sought is honour lost." - Henry Newbolt

davidfirn: This would certainly make the enemies of the people think twice before taking Henry Newbolt off the poetry sylabus.

futureidentity: It's as Henry Newbolt famously wrote: "Interact up! Interact up! And interact the game!" Oh, no, wait...

zemblamatic: Always a pleasure to yell 'SIR HENRY NEWBOLT' at the telly

ccolcs: Henry Newbolt the answer to a question on University Challenge.

GiddinsSteve: If Henry Newbolt were a 21st century chessplayer:

happybdauthors: happy birthday Henry Newbolt! English poet and writer

100_WP: Poetry by Sir Henry John Newbolt born today 1862

FreieWeltEu: Aladore by NEWBOLT, Sir Henry

laetitiakriel: He saw the April noon on his books aglow, The wisteria trailing in at the window wide - Henry Newbolt

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HRJobCentre: Kitchen Staff / 1470 - The Sir Henry Newbolt, Bilston - Bilston - Legal Job Description - Your role will be to...

WeirdBristol: Henry Newbolt's famous 1892 poem, "Vitaï Lampada" was written about his years playing cricket at Clifton College Cl...

AD_SportsTrader: Reminds me of the Henry Newbolt poem, Drakes Drum "An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe"

johnstrange2008: ............ 'A Breathless Hush in the Close Tonight an hour to play Last man in" Sir He...

Amberleaf98xo: The best way to start off your morning. One of my favourite poems by Henry Newbolt. "The Echo"

GladysCruuz: Love the game beyond the prize. ✨ -Henry Newbolt

charlesstewart5: the last man in. PLAY UP, PLAY UP AND PLAY THE GAME. My philosophy Vitae Lampada by Henry Newbolt

smallslicesofme: The drama of Henry Newbolt's "Vitai Lampada" comes tomoide when you see where he wrote it about. Big School.

gasfacebot: Sir Henry Newbolt gets the gasface



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