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We present the following as a specimen of English classical school verse-making. It is from the Bradfield School Chronicle:

If you would bowl the ball, dear,

And if the bat I bore,

Our life should be like cricket

With pleasure for a wicket.

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And kisses runs we'd call, dear,

While Cupid kept the score;

If you would bowl the ball, dear,

And if the bat I bore.

If you were only cox love,

And I might take an oar,

Together would we float, dear,

Down time's stream in joy's boat dear;

We'd linger in life's locks, love,

Or glide slowly past the shore;

If you were only cox, love,

And I might take an oar.

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