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... Cricket Ballade of Cycling , A Ballade of Lawn Tennis , A Ballade of the Game , A Ballade of the Golfer in Autumn Ballade of the Golfer in Spring Ballade of the Golfer in Winter Ballade of the Royal Game of Golf Ballad of the Pigskin ...
... Cricket Ballade of Cycling , A Ballade of Lawn Tennis , A Ballade of the Game , A Ballade of the Golfer in Autumn Ballade of the Golfer in Spring Ballade of the Golfer in Winter Ballade of the Royal Game of Golf Ballad of the Pigskin ...
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... Cricket Cricket Ball Sings , The Cricket Bat Sings , The . Cricket Bowler , A Cricket Precepts of Baloo , The Cry of the High Hurdlers , The Cycle , The Cycler's Song , The Dangers of Football , The ( Ex- tract ) . Dianas of To - Day ...
... Cricket Cricket Ball Sings , The Cricket Bat Sings , The . Cricket Bowler , A Cricket Precepts of Baloo , The Cry of the High Hurdlers , The Cycle , The Cycler's Song , The Dangers of Football , The ( Ex- tract ) . Dianas of To - Day ...
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... Cricket - Ground , The Oarsman's Farewell to his Oar , The Of those that go down to the River Old Song . On the Spot Parker's Piece . Pole Vaulter , The . Rhyme of a Cedar - Shell , A Road we Came , The ( Extract ) Runner , The ...
... Cricket - Ground , The Oarsman's Farewell to his Oar , The Of those that go down to the River Old Song . On the Spot Parker's Piece . Pole Vaulter , The . Rhyme of a Cedar - Shell , A Road we Came , The ( Extract ) Runner , The ...
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... CRICKET BALL SINGS . LEATHER -- the heart of me , leather - - the rind o ' me , ! Oh , but the soul of me ' s other than that ! Else , should I thrill as I do so exultingly Climbing the air from the thick o ' the bat ? Leather - the ...
... CRICKET BALL SINGS . LEATHER -- the heart of me , leather - - the rind o ' me , ! Oh , but the soul of me ' s other than that ! Else , should I thrill as I do so exultingly Climbing the air from the thick o ' the bat ? Leather - the ...
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... cricket Trying to be glad . Try I will ; no harm in trying : Wonder ' t is how little mirth Keeps the bones of man from lying On the bed of earth . ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN . PARKER'S PIECE . ( May 19 , 1891. ) To see good Tennis ! what ...
... cricket Trying to be glad . Try I will ; no harm in trying : Wonder ' t is how little mirth Keeps the bones of man from lying On the bed of earth . ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN . PARKER'S PIECE . ( May 19 , 1891. ) To see good Tennis ! what ...
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Alcinous ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ANONYMOUS ball BALLADE beneath birds blade blow blue boat boys breast breath breeze bright Cambridge Casey channel-stane CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS cheer CLINTON SCOLLARD cloud Cotterrill crew Cricket crowd crown dark dear dream earth EDWARD CRACROFT LEFROY EDWARD SANFORD Euryalus eyes face fame feet flashing fling football GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY glad gleams glide glory glow goal golf golfers grace green hand heart hilloo honour Hurrah lads Laodamas laugh leap light maid mighty muscles never NORMAN GALE o'er Odysseus Oxford Phæacian play R. C. LEHMANN race ring roar round runners rush Salius shine shout sing SKATING smile song soul sport stand strain strength strenuous strife stroke sweep sweet swift swing thee There's thou to-day victory WALLACE RICE waves wheel wind Yale Yeo-ho youth
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Page 118 - 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...
Page 170 - He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. 400 Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Page 43 - Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip. And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air, And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there. Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped; "That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one,
Page 206 - Maiden's tower, And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love. The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue. The dances short, long tales of great delight; With words and looks, that tigers could but rue; Where each of us did plead the other's right.
Page 44 - Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright; The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout: But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.
Page 37 - And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help — for It As impotently moves as you or I.
Page 235 - To an Athlete Dying Young The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, 5 Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town.
Page 120 - The waves as they arose, and prouder still The loftier they uplifted me ; and oft, In wantonness of spirit, plunging down Into their green and glassy gulfs, and making My way to shells and sea-weed, all unseen By those above, till they...
Page 161 - This is the end of every man's desire. The burden of much gladness. Life and lust Forsake thee, and the face of thy delight; And underfoot the heavy hour strews dust, And overhead strange weathers burn and bite; And where the red was, lo the bloodless white, And where truth was, the likeness of a liar...
Page 43 - shouted some one on the stand; And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand. With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone; He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on; He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the spheroid flew; But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two.