The Island Race"Of the forty pieces in this volume, twelve were published in 1897 under the title of 'Admirals All ..." -- p. [vi]. |
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Admiral Death ARTHUR Author BABY LAYS beneath BINYON bold Menelaus Bratton to Porlock Captains charm CHISWICK PRESS Clifton for aye colours Cover Design Craven Crown 8vo DANTE dawn dead Drake Drake's Drum dream ELKIN MATHEWS England essays eyes fame Fcap Fidele's Fighting Téméraire flag GARLAND GASKIN gate Gillespie Gordons guns in tackle hand-made paper Hawke came swooping hear heart HINKSON honour Ireland ISLAND RACE John Nicholson lads LAURENCE BINYON Let us build LIONEL JOHNSON London long ago Lord lyric Mehtab Singh Menelaus Nelson Newbolt night numbers play Plymouth Hoe poems poet poetry Porlock Bay present Publisher pride Printed Review RICHARD LE GALLIENNE ride right fighting company roar ROBERT BRIDGES rode RODEN NOEL round shot sea-wind saith Second Edition SELWYN IMAGE Seringapatam ships shore silence song Stephania story tackle running free Thee there's thou Tippoo Sahib verse Vigo Street voice volume WALTER CRANE
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Page 2 - ... where a stipulation has been made to the contrary, and of printing a separate edition of any of the books for America irrespective of the numbers to which the English editions are limited. The numbers mentioned do not include copies sent to the public libraries, nor those sent for review.
Page 113 - And give unto Solomon my son a perfect heart, to keep thy commandments, thy testimonies, and thy statutes, and to do all these things, and to build the palace, for the which I have made provision.
Page 82 - And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat, Or the selfish hope of a season's fame, But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote — "Play up ! Play up ! and play the game...
Page 41 - 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!
Page 76 - 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 40 - Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile away, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below ?), Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay, An' dreamin' arl the time o
Page 69 - The mounds that hide the loved and honored dead. The Norman arch, the chancel softly dark, The brasses black and red. He saw the School Close, sunny and green, The runner beside him, the stand by the parapet wall, The distant tape, and the crowd roaring between His own name over all. He saw the dark wainscot and...
Page 41 - An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe. Yarnder lumes the Island, yarnder lie the ships, Wi' sailor lads a-dancin' 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' ruled the Devon seas, (Capten, art tha sleepin...
Page 41 - 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
Page 75 - 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.