Sir Henry Newbolt
Sir Henry Newbolt Poems
- Vitaï Lampada There's a breathless hush in the Close ...
- Drake's Drum Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles ...
- The Nightjar We loved our nightjar, but she would not stay ...
- Clifton Chapel This is the Chapel: here, my son, Your father...
- The Fighting Téméraire It was eight bells ringing, For the ...
- He Fell Among Thieves ‘Ye have robb’d,’ said he, ‘ye have ...
- A Ballad Of John Nicholson It fell in the year of Mutiny, ...
Born in Bilston, Staffordshire in 1862, Newbolt was educated at Clifton School and Oxford University. After his studies Newbolt became a barrister.
Higly respected, Newbolt was a lawyer, novelist, playwright and magazine editor. Above all, he was a poet who championed the virtues of chivalry and sportsmanship combined in the service of the British Empire.
Although his first novel, Taken from the Enemy, was published in time for his thirtieth birthday in 1892, Newbolt’s reputation was established in 1897 in a poem written about a schoolboy cricketer who grows up to fight in Africa, Vitai Lampada. The poem was well received both critically and publicly at the ... more »
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There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night—
Ten to make and the match to win—
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his captain's hand on his shoulder smote
'Play up! play up! and play the game! '
The sand of the desert is sodden red,—
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; —
The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's ...