The Little book of Sports
The Little book of Sports
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Why dies the breeze away so soon?
Why hangs the pennant down? The sea is glass; the sun at noon, Nay, lady, do not frown; For, see, the winge'd fisher's plume Is painted on the sea; Below, a cheek of lovely bloom Whose eyes look up at thee.
She smiles; thou need'st must smile on her, And see, beside her face A rich white cloud that doth not stir: What beauty and what grace!
And pictured beach of yellow sand, And peaked rock and hill, Change the smooth sea to fairyland: How lovely and how still!...
The parting sun sends out a glow Across the placid bay, Touching with glory all the show A breeze! Up helm! Away!
Careening to the wind, they reach, With laugh and call the shore. They 've left their footprints on the beach, But them I hear no more.
Eichard Henry Dana.
17 x I The Hundred Yard Dash Give me a race that is run in a breath, Straight from the start to the tape; Distance hath charms, but a "ding-dong" means death, Death without flowers and crape.
"On your mark!" "Set!" For a moment we strain, Held by a leash all unseen; "P'ff!" We are off, from the pistol we gain Yards, if the starter 's not keen.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Why dies the breeze away so soon?
Why hangs the pennant down? The sea is glass; the sun at noon, Nay, lady, do not frown; For, see, the winge'd fisher's plume Is painted on the sea; Below, a cheek of lovely bloom Whose eyes look up at thee.
She smiles; thou need'st must smile on her, And see, beside her face A rich white cloud that doth not stir: What beauty and what grace!
And pictured beach of yellow sand, And peaked rock and hill, Change the smooth sea to fairyland: How lovely and how still!...
The parting sun sends out a glow Across the placid bay, Touching with glory all the show A breeze! Up helm! Away!
Careening to the wind, they reach, With laugh and call the shore. They 've left their footprints on the beach, But them I hear no more.
Eichard Henry Dana.
17 x I The Hundred Yard Dash Give me a race that is run in a breath, Straight from the start to the tape; Distance hath charms, but a "ding-dong" means death, Death without flowers and crape.
"On your mark!" "Set!" For a moment we strain, Held by a leash all unseen; "P'ff!" We are off, from the pistol we gain Yards, if the starter 's not keen.
What to read after The Little book of Sports?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Wallace Rice to read onlineMoreLess
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