Henry Newbolt

“Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below?).”

“Admirals all, for England's sake, Anchor and wait until ringing debate.”

“Play up! play up! and play the game!”

“To set the Cause above renown, To love the game beyond the prize, To honour, while you strike him down, The foe that comes with fearless eyes.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Effingham, Grenville, Raleigh, Drake, Here's to the bold and free! Benbow, Collingwood, Byron, Blake, Hail to the Kings of the Sea!”

“Of all the deeds of man, the least material, the most visibly spiritual, is the creation of a book.”

“Take my drum to England, hang et by the shore, Strike et when your powder's runnin' low;”

“Love is a flame to burn unwilling.”

“To-day is a song of yesterday, To-morrow a hope, a myth.”

“It is the hour of pride and power, Of faith and hope and chivalry.”

“The years that are wiser than all our striving, know that the spring of the soul is death.”

“And the great word went, 'England,' to the stars.”

“The best verse is that which is most simple and most brilliant.”