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... sweet The soul of boyhood and the breath of May . And with the milder ray Of the declining sun , when sky and shore , In purple dressed and misty silver - grey , Hang curtains round the day , Come list the beating of the plashing oar ...
... sweet The soul of boyhood and the breath of May . And with the milder ray Of the declining sun , when sky and shore , In purple dressed and misty silver - grey , Hang curtains round the day , Come list the beating of the plashing oar ...
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... sweet sprightliness ! Your crown the mightiest queen Must envy , laughing maid : Who would not be thirteen , So tall , and unafraid ? ANONYMOUS . THE DIVE . ONE moment , poised above the flashing blue : The next I'm slipping , sliding ...
... sweet sprightliness ! Your crown the mightiest queen Must envy , laughing maid : Who would not be thirteen , So tall , and unafraid ? ANONYMOUS . THE DIVE . ONE moment , poised above the flashing blue : The next I'm slipping , sliding ...
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... sweet as honey , * As the game of crease and wicket , England's proper pastime - Cricket ? NORMAN GALE . FROM THE " EXETER ODE . " THERE is no Heliconian spring Nor fountain of perpetual youth So much of Paradise can bring As lights the ...
... sweet as honey , * As the game of crease and wicket , England's proper pastime - Cricket ? NORMAN GALE . FROM THE " EXETER ODE . " THERE is no Heliconian spring Nor fountain of perpetual youth So much of Paradise can bring As lights the ...
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... sweet . One last fierce effort , the red worsted breaks , Struggle and strain are all past ; Only ten ticks of the watch , but it makes First , second , third , and the last . WILLIAM LINDSEY . IN SPRING . GRASS begins to grow , Winds ...
... sweet . One last fierce effort , the red worsted breaks , Struggle and strain are all past ; Only ten ticks of the watch , but it makes First , second , third , and the last . WILLIAM LINDSEY . IN SPRING . GRASS begins to grow , Winds ...
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... sweet with myrrh the clustering hair , Yellow the shining locks imprisoned there . Now merry Cinara , Leuconoë , Now Neobule , Pyrrha , Lalage , Or radiant Glycera looks upon the lawn , Or Chloe , timid as the hunted fawn ; Now Lydia in ...
... sweet with myrrh the clustering hair , Yellow the shining locks imprisoned there . Now merry Cinara , Leuconoë , Now Neobule , Pyrrha , Lalage , Or radiant Glycera looks upon the lawn , Or Chloe , timid as the hunted fawn ; Now Lydia in ...
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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.