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Daisies are over Nyren, and Hambledon     Hardly remembers any summer gone:     And never again the Kentish elms shall see     Mynn, or Fuller Pilch, or Colin Blythe.      Nor shall I see them, unless perhaps a ghost     Watching the elder ghosts beyond the moon.     But here in common sunshine I have seen     George Hirst, not yet a ghost, substantial,     His off-drives mellow as brown ale, and crisp     Merry late cuts, and brave Chaucerian pulls;     Waddington's fury and the patience of Dipper;     And twenty easy artful overs of Rhodes,     So many stanzas of the Faerie Queen.

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