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Messmates

He gave us all a good-bye cheerily

At the first dawn of day;

We dropped him down the side full drearily

When the light died away.

It's a dead dark watch that he's a-keeping there,

And a long, long night that lags a-creeping there,

Where the Trades and the tides roll over him

And the great ships go by.

Sir Henry Newbolt

The Sufi In The City

When late I watched the arrows of the sleet

Against the windows of the Tavern beat,

I heard a Rose that murmured from her Pot:

"Why trudge thy fellows yonder in the Street?

II.

"Before the phantom of False Morning dies,

Choked in the bitter Net that binds the skies,

Sir Henry Newbolt

The Grenadier's Good-Bye

"When Lieutenant Murray fell, the only words he spoke were,

'Forward, Grenadiers!'"---Press Telegram.

Here they halted, here once more

Hand from hand was rent;

Here his voice above the roar

Rang, and on they went.

Yonder out of sight they crossed,

Yonder died the cheers;

Sir Henry Newbolt

Laudabunt Alii

(After Horace)

Let others praise, as fancy wills,

Berlin beneath her trees,

Or Rome upon her seven hills,

Or Venice by her seas;

Stamboul by double tides embraced,

Or green Damascus in the waste.

For me there's nought I would not leave

Sir Henry Newbolt

Rondel - II

(from the French of Wenceslas, Duke of Brabant and Luxembourg, who died in 1384.)

Long ago to thee I gave

Body, soul, and all I have---

Nothing in the world I keep:

All that in return I crave

Is that thou accept the slave

Long ago to thee I gave---

Body, soul, and all I have.

Sir Henry Newbolt

The Viking's Song

When I thy lover first

Shook out my canvas free

And like a pirate burst

Into that dreaming sea,

The land knew no such thirst

As then tormented me.

Now when at eve returned

I near that shore divine,

Sir Henry Newbolt

San Stefano

(A Ballad of the Bold Menelaus)

It was morning at St. Helen's, in the great and gallant days,

And the sea beneath the sun glittered wide,

When the frigate set her courses, all a-shimmer in the haze

And she hauled her cable home and took the tide.

She'd a right fighting company, three hundred men and more,

Nine and forty guns in tackle running free;

And they cheered her from the shore for her colours at the fore,

Sir Henry Newbolt

The Best School of All

It's good to see the school we knew,

the land of youth and dream.

To greet again the rule we knew,

before we took the stream.

Though long we've missed the sight of her,

Out hearts may not forget:

We've lost the old delight of her,

We keep her honour yet.

Sir Henry Newbolt

The Bright Medusa

She's the daughter of the breeze,

She's the darling of the seas,

And we call her, if you please, the bright _Medu--sa_;

From beneath her bosom bare

To the snakes among her hair

She's a flash o' golden light, the bright _Medu--sa_.

When the ensign dips above

And the guns are all for love,

Sir Henry Newbolt

Hope The Hornblower

"Hark ye, hark to the winding horn;

Sluggards, awake, and front the morn!

Hark ye, hark to the winding horn;

The sun's on meadow and mill.

Follow me, hearts that love the chase;

Follow me, feet that keep the pace:

Stirrup to stirrup we ride, we ride,

We ride by moor and hill."

Sir Henry Newbolt

Hawke

In seventeen hundred and fifty-nine,

When Hawke came swooping from the West,

The French King's Admiral with twenty of the line,

Was sailing forth to sack us, out of Brest.

The ports of France were crowded, the quays of France a-hum

With thirty thousand soldiers marching to the drum,

For bragging time was over and fighting time was come

When Hawke came swooping from the West.

Sir Henry Newbolt

Hymn

In The Time Of War And Tumults

O Lord Almighty, Thou whose hands

Despair and victory give;

In whom, though tyrants tread their lands,

The souls of nations live;

Thou wilt not turn Thy face away

From those who work Thy will,

But send Thy peace on hearts that pray,

Sir Henry Newbolt