Clifton Chapel: And Other Poems

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J. Murray, 1908 - 39 pages

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Page 8 - Play up! Play up! and play the game!" 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. The river of death has brimmed his banks, And England's far, and Honour a name, But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks, "Play up! Play up! and play the game!
Page 11 - You shall die at dawn," said they. He flung his empty revolver down the slope, He climbed alone to the Eastward edge of the trees; All night long in a dream untroubled of hope He brooded, clasping his knees. He did not hear the monotonous roar that fills The ravine where the Yassin river sullenly flows; He did not see the starlight on the Laspur hills, Or the far Afghan snows. He saw the April noon on his books aglow, The...
Page 5 - This is the Chapel : here, my son, Your father thought the thoughts of youth And heard the words that one by one The touch of life has turned to truth.
Page 5 - 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 : To count the life of battle good, And dear the land that gave you birth, And dearer yet the brotherhood That binds the brave of all the earth.
Page 14 - O glorious Life, Who dwellest in earth and sun, I have lived, I praise and adore Thee.' A sword swept. Over the pass the voices one by one Faded, and the hill slept.
Page 11 - Yassin river sullenly flows; He did not see the starlight on the Laspur hills, Or the far Afghan snows. He saw the April noon on his books aglow, The wistaria trailing in at the window wide; He heard his father's voice from the terrace below Calling him down to ride.
Page 13 - And strode to his ruin'd camp below the wood ; He drank the breath of the morning cool and sweet ; His murderers round him stood. Light on the Laspur hills was broadening fast, The blood-red...
Page 9 - The Catling's jammed and the Colonel dead, And the regiment blind with dust and smoke. The river of death has brimmed his banks, And England's far, and Honour a name ; But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks : ' Play up ! play up ! and play the game...
Page 18 - OUR game was his but yesteryear ; We wished him back ; we could not know The self-same hour we missed him here He led the line that broke the foe. Blood-red behind our guarded posts Sank as of old the dying day ; The battle ceased; the mingled hosts Weary and cheery went their way : :' To-morrow well may bring," we said, " As fair a fight, as clear a sun.
Page 23 - COMMEMORATION I SAT by the granite pillar and sunlight fell Where the sunlight fell of old, And the hour was the hour my heart remembered well, And the sermon rolled and rolled As it used to roll when the place was still unhaunted And the strangest tale in the world was still untold. And I knew that of all this rushing of urgent sound That I so clearly heard, The green young forest of saplings clustered round Was heeding not one word : Their heads were bowed in a still serried patience Such as an...

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