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Sir 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. ...
  • A Letter From The Front
    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 ...
  • Srahmandazi
    Deep embowered beside the forest river,
    Where the flame of sunset only falls,
    Lapped in silence lies the House of Dying,
    House of them to whom the twilight calls. ...
  • The Old And Bold
    When England sets her banner forth
    And bids her armour shine,
    She'll not forget the famous North,
    The lads of moor and Tyne; ...
  • Imogen
    (A Lady of Tender Age)

    Ladies, where were your bright eyes glancing,
    Where were they glancing yester-night? ...
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Night 30 Life 26 Heart 25 Long 24 Pride 22 Death 21 Great 20 World 20 Sea 19 I Love You 18


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Jamesplaskett: broken and pierced, hung on the wire, by this dearest act the sons of man redeem for us the life of our desire o christ how often since the world began! sir henry newbolt
Moneytreefr: "the real test of success is whether a life has been a happy one and a happy giving one" sir henry newbolt
Rudyhavenstein: 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 far, and honour a name - sir henry newbolt, vitai lampada
Loxleybottomsi: drake's drum - charles villiers stanford
Therealsif: “the unit's motto "play the game" was taken from "vitai lampada" ("they pass on the torch of life"), a poem written in 1892 by sir henry newbolt (1862–1938).”
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The Killing Place
 by Edgar Albert Guest

We're hiking along at a two-forty pace
We 're making life seem like a man-killing race,
With our nerves all on edge and our jaws firmly set
We go rushing along; with our brows lined with sweat
And our cheeks pale and drawn every minute we dash,
And the goal that we 're after is merely more cash.

We 're out for the money, the greenbacks and gold,
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