 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...  Clifton Chapel: And Other Poems - Page 18by Sir Henry John Newbolt - 1908 - 39 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Literature - 1918 - 928 pages
...game was his hut yesteryear; We wished him back ; we could not_ know The self-same hour we niissed hi here He led the line that broke the foe. Blood-red behind our guarded posi Sunk as of old the dying day • The battle ceased ; the mingle)' Weary and cheery went thei "Tomorrow... | |
 | Claude Moore Fuess - World War, 1914-1918 - 1919 - 484 pages
...devotion to it which he had shown in countless ways since leaving the Hill. GEORGE EATON DRESSER, '17 " Our game was his but yesteryear ; We wished him back;...missed him here He led the line that broke the foe." Sir Henry Newbolt. GEOHGE EATON DRESSER was a young man of allround ability. Powerful and active physically,... | |
 | John M. MacKenzie, John MacDonald MacKenzie - History - 1986 - 276 pages
...Newbolt gloried in the sacrificial role of the schoolboy athlete on the battlefield: Our game was his bur yesteryear; We wished him back; we could not know...as clear a sun.' Dear lad, before the word was sped For evermore thy goal was won. The sacrificial refrain however, found its most frequent expression... | |
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