Poems by Sir Henry Newbolt
April On Waggon Hill
... Till the roll's called in heaven, lad, ...
Admirals All
... But he said, "They must wait their turn, good souls," ...
The Only Son
... "Within her heart she rocks a dead child, crying ...
For A Trafalgar Cenotaph
... With thankful heart, and lips refrained from praise ...
The Building Of The Temple
... [The Organ] O Lord our God, we are strangers before Thee, and sojourners, as were ...
The Best School of All
... Though long we've missed the sight of her, ...
