Henry
attended Queen Mary’s Grammar School, Walsall, Caistor Grammar School in
Lincolnshire and Clifton College in Bristol, before going on to Corpus Christie
College, Oxford to study law. His
fellow pupils at Clifton College included the future writer Arthur
Quiller-Couch and future Army Officer Douglas Haig.
Henry
practised law from 1889 until 1899. In
1889, Henry married Margaret Edina Duckworth of the Duckworth publishing
family. The couple had a son and a
daughter.
The
Newbolt family lived in Netherhampton, near Salisbury, Wiltshire, U, where
Henry was a Churchwarden.
When
the First World War broke out, Henry, along with other notable literary figures
of the time, was invited to join the British War Propaganda Bureau. Knighted in 1915, Henry later became Controller
of Wireless and Cables (i.e.’Telecommunications’) at the
Foreign Office. He was also Chairman of
the Departmental Committee on the Distribution of Books Abroad.
He died at Campden Hill, Kensington, London on 19th April 1938.
He died at Campden Hill, Kensington, London on 19th April 1938.
Sir
Henry Newbolt’s WW1 poems include ‘The War Films’ about the news film shown to
the public about the early days of the Battle of the Somme, which was published
in ‘The Times’ newspaper on 14th October 1916. Newbolt’s WW1 collections include:
‘A
Perpetual Memory, and other poems’, published by Murray, 1939
‘Poems: new and old’, 2nd edition, Murray,
1919
‘St.
George’s Day and other poems’, Murray 1918
‘Selected
Poems’, Nelson, 1940
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.
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!"
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 schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the
game!"
This is the word that year by year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind -
"Play up! play up! and play the
game!"