Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.
The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Either sex alone is half itself.
Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.
Do we indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side ? Is there no baseness we would hide ? No inner vileness that we dread ? How many a father have I seen A sober man, among his boys Whose youth was full of foolish noise.