This article first appeared in International Socialism 79, June 1975 Make "Greats", Great again. https://web.archive.org/web/20080517122007/https://isreview.org/issues/46/shelley.shtml https://notthegrubstreetjournal.com/2022/06/28/shelley-trumpet-of-prophecy-by-paul-foot/ ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-8iN7Pe7B8

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cricket_poetry#At_Lord's At Lord's[edit] Francis Thompson wrote the poem, "At Lord's": 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 a shadowy coast, And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost, And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host As the run stealers flicker to and fro, To and fro: O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago! It's Glo'ster coming North, the irresistible, The Shire of the Graces, long ago! It's Gloucestershire up North, the irresistible, And new-risen Lancashire the foe! A Shire so young that has scarce impressed its traces, Ah, how shall it stand before all-resistless Graces ? O, little red rose, their bats are as maces To beat thee down, this summer long ago! This day of seventy-eight they are come up north against thee This day of seventy-eight long ago! The champion of the centuries, he cometh up against thee, With his brethren, every one a famous foe! The long-whiskered Doctor, that laugheth the rules to scorn, While the bowler, pitched against him, bans the day he was born; And G.F. with his science makes the fairest length forlorn; They are come from the West to work thee woe! 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 a shadowy coast, And a ghostly batsman plays to the bowling of a ghost, And I look through my tears on a soundless-clapping host As the run stealers flicker to and fro, To and fro: O my Hornby and my Barlow long ago! Not long before his death and long after he had watched Hornby and Barlow bat at Old Trafford, The satirical magazine Punch printed the following poem following a particularly slow and boring innings by William Scotton. It mimicked Tennyson's famous "Break, break, break". Block, block, block At the foot of thy wicket, O Scotton! And I would that my tongue would utter My boredom. You won't put the pot on! Oh, nice for the bowler, my boy, That each ball like a barndoor you play! Oh, nice for yourself, I suppose, That you stick at the wicket all day! And the clock's slow hands go on, And you still keep up your sticks; But oh! for the lift of a smiting hand, And the sound of a swipe for six! Block, block, block, At the foot of thy wicket, ah do! But one hour of Grace or Walter Read Were worth a week of you! https://www.youtube.com/watch?list=PLBXBmZcJbX0yK9Q0eNfmf_e97Q-_CQdK1&v=gToj6SLWz8Q&fbclid=IwAR2AegPv_RyLvJ5-28J1q9QvfYzIw73UduUkExzv0LSUAIYy8z3YyIuWZxA https://longhairedmusings.wordpress.com/2011/05/10/celtic-baards-speak-out/ https://longhairedmusings.wordpress.com/2016/11/24/overlooked-and-unelected-a-poem-for-the-unappreciated/ https://longhairedmusings.wordpress.com/2019/02/07/when-the-time-comes/ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-calaSgeD0M https://longhairedmusings.wordpress.com/2017/03/28/globalisation-un-entangled-a-found-poem-cipher-of-globalism/ https://longhairedmusings.wordpress.com/2017/07/27/ceterum-censeo-carthaginem-esse-delendam-nihil-sub-sole-novum/ https://longhairedmusings.wordpress.com/2017/03/26/on-the-present-discontents-burke-opined-conquest-of-dough/ https://longhairedmusings.wordpress.com/2016/06/26/the-stagnation-of-social-technologies-post-brexit-anxiety-elexir/ http://www.isreview.org/issues/46/shelley.shtml Shelley, by Francis Thompson http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1336/1336-h/1336-h.htm I believe that both the Chancellor and the Governor are cricketing enthusiasts, so I hope that there is no monopoly of cricketing metaphors. It is rather like sending your opening batsmen to the crease only for them to find, the moment the first balls are bowled, that their bats have been broken before the game by the team captain. https://youtu.be/gMRZM9uTd5Q?t=915 https://genius.com/Geoffrey-howe-resignation-speech-annotated http://speakingfrog.com/?p=1012 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2f8nYMCO2I ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYeY2sp7AU0

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