Poems by Newbolt Henry John
April on a Waggon Hill
... he moor road, They're getting old to roam,The road they're on's a sure road And nearer, lad, to home ...
Drake's Drum
... sight Devon, I'll quit the port o' Heaven, An' drum them up the Channel as we drummed them long ago ...
The Sailing of the Long-ships
... e beacons that woke the world with lightWhen down their ancient highway your fathers passed to fight ...
Vitai Lampada
... e in her place the School is set,Every one of her sons must hear, And none that hears it dare forget ...
The Wanderer
... there waits for theeA life to build, a love therein to nest, And a man's work, serving the age to be ...
