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He leap to arms unbidden,
Unneeded, over-bold;
His face by earth is hidden,
His heart in earth is cold.
Curse on the reckless
That could not wait the call,
The proud fantastic
That would be first to fall!
O tears of human passion,
Blue not the image true;
This was not folly's fashion,
This was the man we knew.
Sir Henry Newbolt
Sir Henry John Newbolt, CH (6 June 1862 – 19 April 1938) was an English poet, novelist and historian. He is perhaps best remembered for his poem
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