<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391995" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Lord's</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,<br>Though my own red roses there may blow;<br>It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk,<br>Though the red roses crest the caps, I know.<br>For the field is full of shades as I near the shadowy coast,<br>And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost,<br>And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host<br>As the run-stealers flicker to and fro,<br>To and fro: -<br>O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391995" data-title="At Lord's de Francis Thompson" data-description="It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk, Though my own red roses there may blow; It is little I repair to the matches of the Southron folk, Though the red roses crest the caps, I know. For the field is full of shades as I near th..."></div> </div> </div>

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