Poetic Openings : Sir Henry Newbolt to Ovid

Poet : Sir Henry Newbolt : Poem : He Fell Among Thieves : First Line : Ye have robbd, said he, ye have slaughterd and made an end,
Poet : Sir Henry Newbolt : Poem : Ionicus : First Line : With failing feet and shoulders bowed
Poet : Sir Henry Newbolt : Poem : Ireland, Ireland : First Line : Down thy valleys, Ireland, Ireland,
Poet : Sir Henry Newbolt : Poem : The Fighting Tmraire : First Line : It was eight bells ringing,
Poet : Sir Henry Newbolt : Poem : The Nightjar : First Line : We loved our nightjar, but she would not stay with us.

Poet : Sir Henry Newbolt : Poem : The Schoolfellow : First Line : Our game was his but yesteryear;
Poet : Sir Henry Newbolt : Poem : The Toy Band : First Line : A Song of the Great Retreat
Poet : Sir Henry Newbolt : Poem : The War Films : First Line : O living pictures of the dead,
Poet : Sir Henry Newbolt : Poem : Vita Lampada : First Line : There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Poet : Ovid : Poem : Disappointment : First Line : But oh, I suppose she was ugly; she wasn't elegant;

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