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Collected poems, 1897-1907 (1907)

par Henry Newbolt

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Excerpt: ...I came by Trafalgar, I swept from Torres Vedras to golden Vigo Bar, I saw the beacons blazing that fired the world with light When down their ancient highway your fathers passed to fight. "O race of tireless fighters, flushed with a youth renewed, Right well the wars of Freedom befit the Sea-kings brood; Yet as ye go forget not the fame of yonder shore, The fame ye owe your fathers and the old time before. "Long-suffering were the Sea-kings, they were not swift to kill, But when the sands had fallen they waited no mans will; Though all the world forbade them, they counted not nor cared, They weighed not help or hindrance, they did the thing they dared. "The Sea-kings loved not boasting, they cursed not him that cursed, They honoured all men duly, and him that faced them, first; They strove and knew not hatred, they smote and toiled to save, They tended whom they vanquished, they praised the fallen brave. "Their fames on Torres Vedras, their fames on Vigo Bar, Far-flashed to Cape St. Vincent it burns from Trafalgar; Mark as ye go the beacons that woke the world with light When down their ancient highway your fathers passed to fight." Waggon Hill Drake in the North Sea grimly prowling, Treading his dear Revenges deck, Watched, with the sea-dogs round him growling, Galleons drifting wreck by wreck. "Fetter and Faith for Englands neck, Faggot and Father, Saint and chain, -- Yonder the Devil and all go howling, Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain Drake at the last off Nombre lying, Knowing the night that toward him crept, Gave to the sea-dogs round him crying, This for a sign before he slept: -- "Pride of the West What Devon hath kept Devon shall keep on tide or main; Call to the storm and drive them flying, Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain " Valour of England gaunt and whitening, Far in a South land brought to bay, Locked in a death-grip all day tightening, Waited the end in twilight gray. Battle...… (plus d'informations)
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Surprisingly good. Quintessentially Edwardian. ( )
  judeprufrock | Jul 4, 2023 |
This is best new poet I have found in quite a while. The book is mostly war poems, but it kept my attention in spite of my weariness of that theme.
His poetry reminds of me of F. W. H. Myers. It is broad and rhythmic; classical, not innovative. The book moves on like a brass symphony, sometimes punchy and celebratory, but more often proud and sad.
This will be one worth returning to.
I discovered Henry Newbolt as the able editor of a volume of devotional poetry that I am also sifting my way through. ( )
  Shockleyy | Jun 6, 2021 |
Unfashionable now, both in style and content, Newbolt takes the reader back to the age of Empire (British, that is) when attitudes and beliefs were more certain and self-confident.

He writes verse about Clifton, his relatively minor public school, which emphasises the values inculcated in the young 19thC. English gentleman, headed in many instances for the Army or Colonial Service. Try 'Vitai Lampada' - one of his better known verses - for the sturdy cricketing schoolboy rallying the troops after the square broke and "The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel dead".

He deals with British heroism and superiority at sea - 'Drake's Drum' and 'The Old Superb' - and on foreign fields, particularly in India and Afghanistan. He never fails to represent the British as courageous, self-sacrificing, wise and honourable. 'He Fell Among Thieves' is a good example, with the glorious line: "He flung his empty revolver down the slope,"

History is, of course, generally written by the victors and time, with an altered view of human rights, has given us a different conception of colonialism. Newbolt's verse might be seen as simple propaganda but I believe that it does reflect a genuine feeling of the age, that the British actually had a responsibility to bring order, civilisation and their own brand of muscular Christianity to less favoured nations. This is, perhaps, not dissimilar to the apparent beliefs of the USA and its people today, and may be the burden that is always borne by the 'top dog'. ( )
  abbottthomas | Jan 31, 2008 |
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Excerpt: ...I came by Trafalgar, I swept from Torres Vedras to golden Vigo Bar, I saw the beacons blazing that fired the world with light When down their ancient highway your fathers passed to fight. "O race of tireless fighters, flushed with a youth renewed, Right well the wars of Freedom befit the Sea-kings brood; Yet as ye go forget not the fame of yonder shore, The fame ye owe your fathers and the old time before. "Long-suffering were the Sea-kings, they were not swift to kill, But when the sands had fallen they waited no mans will; Though all the world forbade them, they counted not nor cared, They weighed not help or hindrance, they did the thing they dared. "The Sea-kings loved not boasting, they cursed not him that cursed, They honoured all men duly, and him that faced them, first; They strove and knew not hatred, they smote and toiled to save, They tended whom they vanquished, they praised the fallen brave. "Their fames on Torres Vedras, their fames on Vigo Bar, Far-flashed to Cape St. Vincent it burns from Trafalgar; Mark as ye go the beacons that woke the world with light When down their ancient highway your fathers passed to fight." Waggon Hill Drake in the North Sea grimly prowling, Treading his dear Revenges deck, Watched, with the sea-dogs round him growling, Galleons drifting wreck by wreck. "Fetter and Faith for Englands neck, Faggot and Father, Saint and chain, -- Yonder the Devil and all go howling, Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain Drake at the last off Nombre lying, Knowing the night that toward him crept, Gave to the sea-dogs round him crying, This for a sign before he slept: -- "Pride of the West What Devon hath kept Devon shall keep on tide or main; Call to the storm and drive them flying, Devon, O Devon, in wind and rain " Valour of England gaunt and whitening, Far in a South land brought to bay, Locked in a death-grip all day tightening, Waited the end in twilight gray. Battle...

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