Poems by Sir Henry Newbolt
The Guides At Cabul
... That ye call us to flinch from the battle they bade us fight ...
Moonset
... "When you come to consider the moon," says John at last, ...
"The Old and Bold"
... Love, that the league of Ocean spanned, ...
Gillespie.
... They swept the wall like a stream in spate, ...
Outward Bound
... Gray wakes the daybreak, the shivering sails are set, ...
Imogen
... Life for hearts that are old and chill, ...
The Old Superb
... Oh, 'twas Westward ho! for Trinidad, and Eastward ho! for Spain, ...
Messmates
... If through all the lone watch that he's a-keeping there, ...
The Vigil
... Thou must hear the trumpet's call ...
Seringapatam
... The lads were bonny, the lads were young, ...
The King Of England
... And mixed with these his knights of noble blood ...
Felix Antonius
... He sees the shore, and dreadless hears ...
Pereunt Et Imputantur
... With the choice of how to live, ...
Hymn
... In whom, though tyrants tread their lands, ...
Victoria Regina
... And pride than ours more pure and deep, ...
