Drakes drum poem. Poem: Drake's Drum by Sir Henry John Newbolt 2022-10-21
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Drake's Drum is a poem by Sir Henry Newbolt that tells the legend of a drum belonging to the English naval hero Sir Francis Drake. The poem describes how Drake's drum, which was said to be made from the wood of a sacred tree, had the power to call forth the spirits of England's sailors to defend their country.
According to the legend, the drum was passed down through the generations and was said to beat on its own when England was in danger. The poem describes how the drum's sound could be heard across the land, inspiring English sailors to rise up and defend their country.
The poem celebrates Drake's bravery and patriotism, and serves as a tribute to the courage and determination of all English sailors. It is a tribute to the spirit of England and its people, who have always been willing to stand up and defend their country against threats from abroad.
In the final stanza of the poem, the drum is described as a symbol of the enduring spirit of England, which will continue to beat on long after Drake and his contemporaries are gone. It is a reminder of the country's rich history and its proud traditions, and serves as an inspiration to future generations of English sailors.
Drake's Drum is a powerful and moving tribute to one of England's greatest heroes, and to the spirit of the English people. It is a reminder of the strength and resilience of the human spirit, and serves as a testament to the enduring power of patriotism and loyalty.
Drake's Drum Poem by Henry Newbolt
Drake he was a Devon man, an' ruled the Devon seas, Capten, art tha' sleepin' there below? Yarnder lumes the Island, yarnder lie the ships, Wi' sailor lads a-dancing' 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. Roving' tho' his death fell, he went wi' heart at ease, A' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe. To the Spanish he was a pirate El Draque but to the English, he was a hero. Roving' tho' his An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe. Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum, An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe.
Com permission to publish the poem. Your help is greatly appreciated! It was first mentioned at Buckland Abbey in an account of traveller George Lipscomb in 1799 and it was at Buckland in 1938 when it was rescued from the fire that beset the Abbey. A highly credible and very detailed exploration of a very plausible scenario. Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay, An' dreamin' arl the time O' Plymouth Hoe. Our research has never had any government or institutional funding, so if you found the information here useful, please consider making a donation. Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum, An' dreamin arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe. Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay, And dreaming all the time of Plymouth Hoe.
Roving' tho' his A' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe. By registering with PoetryNook. Yonder looms the Island, yonder lie the ships, With sailor-lads a-dancing heel-an'-toe, And the shore-lights flashing, and the night-tide dashing, He sees it all so plainly as he saw it long ago. Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles Capten, art tha sleepin' there below? Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay, An' dreamin' arl the Yarnder lumes the Wi' sailor lads a-dancing' heel-an'-toe, An' the He sees et arl so plainly as he saw et Drake he was a Devon man, an' ruled the Devon seas, Capten, art tha' sleepin' there below? Drake's legendary bravura and cool is captured in the story about the way he greeted the arrival of Spain's formidable Armada, far more powerful than Drake's forces. Yarnder lumes the Island, yarnder lie the ships, Wi' sailor lads a-dancing' 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. Legend has it that in a time of national crisis for Britain, this drum will beat and Drake or his spirit will return to save his country, as he saved them with his victory over the Spanish Armada in 1588.
Call him on the deep sea, call him up the Sound, Call him when you sail to meet the foe; Where the old trade's plying and the old flag flying They shall find him ware and waking, as they found him long ago! Call him on the Call him when ye sail to meet the foe; Where the old They shall find him ware an' wakin', as they found him long ago! Context: Sir Henry Newbolt bases his patriotic poem "Drake's Drum" partly on the Devonshire legend that if the country is ever in dire need of help, Drake's drum will beat itself, and the great admiral, Sir Francis Drake, will return to aid his homeland. Buckland Abbey is in the care of the National Trust. Whilst the drum dates from the 16th century, the coat of arms that decorates it was added in the 17th century. Roving' tho' his death fell, he went wi' heart at ease, A' 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! The second date is today's date ā the date you are citing the material.
Line count: 24 Word count: 217 Gentle Reminder This website began in 1995 as a personal project by Emily Ezust, who has been working on it full-time without a salary since 2008. All poems are shown free of charge for educational purposes only in accordance with fair use guidelines. Modern British Poetry CONTENTSĀ· BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD Louis Untermeyer, ed. British decline in the 20th Century is often seen as something fixed and inevitable. Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay, An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe. But what if that re-invention had been driven; not by a romanticised internationalism, or a sense of guilt; but by a pragmatic realism that put the British people and the economic health of the British state at the heart of policy? Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay, An' dreamin' arl the time O' Plymouth Hoe.
When warned of the Spanish fleet's appearance, Drake was playing bowls on. Yarnder lumes the island, yarnder lie the ships, 5 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's in his hammock an' a thousand mile away, Capten, art tha sleepin' there below? Drake he was a Devon man, an' ruled the Devon seas, Capten, art tha sleepin' there below? 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. Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum, An' dreamin arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe. . Call him on the Call him when ye sail to meet the foe; Where the old They shall find him ware an' wakin', as they found him long ago! He is said to have vowed on his deathbed that if England were ever in danger and the drum was sounded, he would return to defend his homeland.
Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum, An' dreamin arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe. The drum has now been moved to The Box, in Plymouth. The drum is also said to mysteriously beat by itself during times of peril. Slung atween the round shot, listening for the drum, And dreaming all the time of Plymouth Hoe. Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay, An' dreamin' arl the Yarnder lumes the Wi' sailor lads a-dancing' heel-an'-toe, An' the He sees et arl so plainly as he saw et Drake he was a Devon man, an' ruled the Devon seas, Capten, art tha' sleepin' there below? Rovin' tho' his death fell, he went wi' heart at ease, An' dreamin' arl the time o' Plymouth Hoe. In relative decline, perhaps, but always a vital entity, one that embraced a process of reāinvention; that proved ready to change and adapt its methods, its institutions and its structures.
Shortly before his death off the coast of Panama in 1596, it is said that he ordered the drum to be taken to Buckland Abbey, his home in Devon. The story hangs together and the Authors attention to detail is unsurpassed. The second is the date of publication online or last modification online. Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles Capten, art tha sleepin' there below? Sir Francis Drake, daring naval captain, early circumnavigator of the globe and to some pirate,was buried at sea in a lead coffin, off Portobelo, A state drum, painted with the arms of Sir Francis Drake, is preserved among other relics at Buckland Abbey, the stately home of the Drake family in Devon. Leaves me waiting for more impatiently! Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand miles away, Capten, art tha sleepin' there below? To protect his country in case of attack by the Spanish "Dons," and to protect particularly the Devonshire coast, Drake gives his final orders to his men: "Take my drum to England, hang et by the shore, Strike et when your powder's runnin' low; If the Dons sight Devon, I'll quit the port o' Heaven, An' drum them up the Channel as we drummed them long ago. It was acquired by Plymouth City Museum and Art Gallery from the family in the 1950s and returned to Buckland Abbey on loan. This was an early European side drum, used on board ship for calls to arms or for entertainment; Drake was fond of music and on his circumnavigation, he took four viol players with him on the voyage.
