Fidele’s Grassy Tomb (Sir Henry Newbolt Poems)
The Squire sat propped in a pillowed chair,His eyes were alive and clear of care,But well he knew that the ...
The Squire sat propped in a pillowed chair,His eyes were alive and clear of care,But well he knew that the ...
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 ...
Over the turret, shut in his iron-clad tower,Craven was conning his ship through smoke and flame;Gun to gun he had ...
The Forest above and the Combe below,On a bright September morn!He's the soul of a clod who thanks not GodThat ...
I sat by the granite pillar, and sunlight fellWhere the sunlight fell of old,And the hour was the hour my ...
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 ...
Lad, and can you rest now,There beneath your hill!Your hands are on your breast now,But is your heart so still?'Twas ...
(from the French of Wenceslas, Duke of Brabant and Luxembourg, who died in 1384.)I cannot tell, of twain beneath this ...
(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 ...
She is a lady fair and wise,Her heart her counsel keeps,And well she knows of time that fliesAnd tide that ...
With sanguine looksAnd rolling walkAmong the rooksHe loved to stalk,While on the landWith gusty laughFrom a full handHe scattered chaff.Now ...
O Son of mine, when dusk shall find thee bendingBetween a gravestone and a cradle's head---Between the love whose name ...
By the hearth-stoneShe sits alone,The long night bearing:With eyes that gleamInto the dreamOf the firelight staring.Low and more lowThe dying ...
Lover of England, stand awhile and gazeWith thankful heart, and lips refrained from praise;They rest beyond the speech of human ...
This is the Chapel: here, my son, Your father thought the thoughts of youth, And heard the words that one ...
I was out early to-day, spying about From the top of a haystack -- such a lovely morning -- And ...
It fell in the year of Mutiny, At darkest of the night, John Nicholson by Jal?ndhar came, On his way ...
Our game was his but yesteryear; We wished him back; we could not know The self-same hour we missed him ...
A Song of the Great Retreat Dreary lay the long road, dreary lay the town, Lights out and never a ...
O living pictures of the dead, O songs without a sound, O fellowship whose phantom tread Hallows a phantom ground ...
We loved our nightjar, but she would not stay with us. We had found her lying as dead, but soft ...
With failing feet and shoulders bowed Beneath the weight of happier days, He lagged among the heedless crowd, Or crept ...
Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?) Slung atween the round ...
Down thy valleys, Ireland, Ireland, Down thy valleys green and sad, Still thy spirit wanders wailing, Wanders wailing, wanders mad. ...
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night -- Ten to make and the match to win -- A bumping ...
It was eight bells ringing, For the morning watch was done, And the gunner's lads were singing As they polished ...
'Ye have robb'd,' said he, 'ye have slaughter'd and made an end, Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead: ...
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