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The Poetry Of Henry Newbolt: "Princes of courtesy, merciful, proud and strong."
The Poetry Of Henry Newbolt: "Princes of courtesy, merciful, proud and strong."
The Poetry Of Henry Newbolt: "Princes of courtesy, merciful, proud and strong."
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Poetry is a fascinating use of language. With almost a million words at its command it is not surprising that these Isles have produced some of the most beautiful, moving and descriptive verse through the centuries. In this series we look at individual poets who have shaped and influenced their craft and cement their place in our heritage. In this volume we look at the works of the English poet Henry John Newbolt. Born in Bilston, Wolverhampton on June 6th, 1862. The son of the vicar of St Mary's Church, the Rev. Henry Francis Newbolt, and his second wife, Emily. After his father's death, the family moved to Walsall, where Henry was educated. First at Queen Mary's Grammar School and then Caistor Grammar School, from where a scholarship took him to Clifton College, where he was head of the school (1881) and edited the school magazine. He married Margaret Edina Duckworth of the prominent publishing family; they had two children; a boy, Francis and a daughter, Celia. However behind the prim Edwardian exterior lay a complicated domestic life: a ménage à trois. His wife had a long running lesbian affair with her childhood love, Ella Coltman, who accompanied them on their honeymoon. As an artist he is most widely known for the classic poem of Empire – Vitai Lampada, written in 1892. The title is from a quotation by Lucretius meaning 'the torch of life'. It refers to how a schoolboy, a future soldier, learns selfless commitment to duty in cricket matches in the famous Close at Clifton College. He was to write several novels but it is his poetry which caught the public’s attention and we have gathered together the best of his work here in this volume. Newbolt was knighted in 1915 and made a Companion of Honour in 1922. He died at his home in Campden Hill, Kensington on April 19th 1938, aged 75 and was buried in the churchyard of St Mary’s Church on an island in the lake of the Orchardleigh Estate of the Duckworth family in Somerset. Many of the poems are also available as an audiobook from our sister company Portable Poetry. Many samples are at our youtube channel http://www.youtube.com/user/PortablePoetry?feature=mhee The full volume can be purchased from iTunes, Amazon and other digital stores. Among the readers are Richard Mitchley and Ghizela Rowe

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Release dateSep 24, 2013
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    The Poetry Of Henry Newbolt

    Poetry is a fascinating use of language.  With almost a million words at its command it is not surprising that these Isles have produced some of the most beautiful, moving and descriptive verse through the centuries.  In this series we look at individual poets who have shaped and influenced their craft and cement their place in our heritage.  In this volume we look at the works of the English poet Henry John Newbolt.

    Born in Bilston, Wolverhampton on June 6th, 1862.  The son of the vicar of St Mary's Church, the Rev. Henry Francis Newbolt, and his second wife, Emily.   After his father's death, the family moved to Walsall, where Henry was educated.   First  at Queen Mary's Grammar School and then Caistor Grammar School, from where a scholarship took him to Clifton College, where he was head of the school (1881) and edited the school magazine.

    He married Margaret Edina Duckworth of the prominent publishing family; they had two children; a boy, Francis and a daughter, Celia.  However behind the prim Edwardian exterior lay a complicated domestic life: a ménage à trois. His wife had a long running lesbian affair with her childhood love, Ella Coltman, who accompanied them their honeymoon.

    As an artist he is most widely known for the classic poem of Empire – Vitai Lampada, written in 1892.  The title is from a quotation by Lucretius meaning  'the torch of life'.  It refers to how a schoolboy, a future soldier, learns selfless commitment to duty in cricket matches in the famous Close at Clifton College.   He was to write several novels but it is his poetry which caught the public’s attention and we have gathered together the best of his work here in this volume.

    Newbolt was knighted in 1915 and made a Companion of Honour in 1922.  He died at his home in Campden Hill, Kensington on April 19th 1938, aged 75 and was buried in the churchyard of St Mary’s Church on an island in the lake of the Orchardleigh Estate of the Duckworth family in Somerset.

    Many of the poems are also available as an audiobook from our sister company Portable Poetry.  Many samples are at our youtube channel   http://www.youtube.com/user/PortablePoetry?feature=mhee  The full volume can be purchased from iTunes, Amazon and other digital stores.  Among the readers are Richard Mitchley and Ghizela Rowe

    Index Of Poems

    Drake's Drum

    The Fighting Téméraire

    Admirals All

    San Stefano

    Hawke

    The Bright Medusa

    The Old Superb

    The Quarter-Gunner's Yarn

    Northumberland

    For A Trafalgar Cenotaph

    Craven

    Messmates

    The Death Of Admiral Blake

    Væ Victis

    Minora Sidera

    Laudabunt Alii

    Admiral Death

    Homeward Bound

    Gillespie.

    Seringapatam

    A Ballad Of John Nicholson

    The Guides At Cabul

    The Gay Gordons

    He Fell Among Thieves

    Ionicus

    The Non-Combatant

    Clifton Chapel

    Vitaï Lampada

    The Vigil

    The Sailing Of The Long-Ships

    Waggon Hill

    The Volunteer

    The Only Son

    The Grenadier's Good-Bye

    The Schoolfellow

    On Spion Kop

    The School At War

    By The Hearth-Stone

    Peace

    April On Waggon Hill

    Commemoration

    The Echo

    The Best School Of All

    England

    Victoria Regina

    The King Of England

    The Nile

    Sráhmandázi

    Outward Bound

    Hope The Hornblower

    O Pulchritudo

    In July

    From Generation To Generation

    When I Remember

    Rondel 1

    Rondel 2

    Balade

    The Last Word

    The Viking's Song

    The Sufi In The City

    Yattendon

    Among The Tombs

    A Sower

    A Song Of Exmoor

    Fidele's Grassy Tomb

    Moonset

    Master And Man

    Gavotte

    Imogen

    Nel Mezzo Del Cammin

    The Invasion

    Pereunt Et Imputantur

    Felix Antonius

    Ireland, Ireland

    Hymn

    The Building Of The Temple

    Drake's Drum

    Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away,

    (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?)

    Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay,

    An' dreamin' arl the time O' Plymouth Hoe.

    Yarnder lumes the Island, yarnder lie the ships,

    Wi' sailor lads a-dancing' heel-an'-toe,

    An' the shore-lights flashin', an' the night-tide dashin',

    He sees et arl so plainly as he saw et long ago.

    Drake he was a Devon man, an' rüled the Devon seas,

    (Capten, art tha' sleepin' there below?)

    Roving' tho' his death fell, he went wi' heart at ease,

    An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe.

    "Take my drum to England, hang et by the shore,

    Strike et when your powder's runnin' low;

    If the Dons sight Devon, I'll quit the port o' Heaven,

    An' drum them up the Channel as we drummed them long ago."

    Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come,

    (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?)

    Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum,

    An' dreamin arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe.

    Call him on the deep sea, call him up the Sound,

    Call him when ye sail to meet the foe;

    Where the old trade's plyin' an' the old flag flyin'

    They shall find him ware an' wakin', as they found him long ago!

    The Fighting Téméraire

    It was eight bells ringing,

    For the morning watch was done,

    And the gunner's lads were singing

    As they

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