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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BEWTEIS OF THE FUTE-BALL, by ANONYMOUS First Line: Brissit brawnis and broken banis Last Line: Thir are the bewteis of the fute-ball Subject(s): Soccer | |||
Brissit brawnis and broken banis, Strife, discord, and waistis wanis, Crookit in eild, syne halt withal -- Thir are the bewteis of the fute-ball. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POSTCARDS ON MY WINDOW LEDGE by JOHN UPDIKE VILLAGE GREEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TRIVIA; THE ART OF WALKING THE STREETS OF LONDON (COMPLETE) by JOHN GAY A FOOTBALL PLAYER by EDWARD CRACROFT LEFROY ECLOGUES: WINTER by ALEXANDER BARCLAY MATCH AT FOOT-BALL, SELS. by MATTHEW CONCANEN THEY'RE MARKED MEN. THEIR PARK IS LIKE AN OPEN PRISON by KEVIN CROSSLEY-HOLLAND BOY JUGGLING A SOCCER BALL by CHRISTOPHER MERRILL TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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