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THE HAMBLEDON MEN
When Time of all our flannelled hosts
Leaves only the renown,
Our cracks, perhaps, may join the ghosts
That roam on Windmill Down,
Where shadowy crowds will watch the strife,
And cheer the deeds of wonder
Achieved by giants whom in life
A century kept asunder.
ALFRED COCHRANE.
'The ball is over, gentlemen.'
