Poems by Sir Henry Newbolt
The Fighting T?m?raire
... m?raire. There's a far bell ringing ...
A Letter From the Front
... With a rook-rifle held at the read, and -- would you believe it ...
A Ballad of John Nicholson
... That stir this land to strife -- "Were I," he said, "but a Corporal, ...
The Schoolfellow
... Weary and cheery went their way: "To-morrow well may bring," we said, ...
The Toy Band
... Fall in! Fall in! Follow the fife and drum! As long as there's an Englishman to ask a tale of me, ...
The Nightjar
... She arised herself all tense, qivered and drooped and died ...
Ionicus
... But his heart was night to the end, and dreamed ...
Hope The Hornblower
... Follow me, hearts that love the chase ...
Waggon Hill
... Battle and storm and the sea-dog's way! ...
The Echo
... And the voice of the vision that lights the years ...
Among The Tombs
... Ye that have heard the whispering dead ...
A Song Of Exmoor
... We're a field of two, and we've followed it through ...
In July
... For their loves that would not stay ...
Craven
... We set it apart from the pride that stoops to the proud, ...
Peace
... A cause on earth for which we might have died ...
