Poems by Sir Henry Newbolt
O Pulchritudo
... Hope of the darkness, light of them that dream, ...
He Fell Among Thieves
... Ye have robbd, said he, ye have slaughterd and made an end, ...
The Gay Gordons
... There are bullets by the hundred buzzing in the air, ...
The School At War
... And grappled with the fierce old friends, ...
The Sufi In The City
... III. "Think you, when all their petals they have bruised, ...
A Sower
... He scattered chaff ...
The Grenadier's Good-Bye
... "When Lieutenant Murray fell, the only words he spoke were, ...
The Sailing Of The Long-Ships
... "The Sea-kings loved not boasting, they cursed not him that cursed, ...
Farewell
... Far off they served, but now their deed is done ...
Rondel - I
... (from the French of Wenceslas, Duke of Brabant and Luxembourg, who died in 1384 ...
The Bright Medusa
... First she walks him round and round, the bright _Medu--sa_ ...
The Nile
... And shattered in mid-swoop the great world-eagle's flight ...
Fidele's Grassy Tomb
... But there's others can give him a start with the spade: ...
Ireland, Ireland
... All too late they love that wronged thee, ...
Laudabunt Alii
... "Drake's luck to all that sail with Drake ...
