Ticker

6/recent/ticker-posts

Advertisement

casey at the bat poem printable

Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer Poetry.. The sneer is gone from Casey’s lip, his teeth are clinched in hate; He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate. And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go, And now the air is.

Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer Poetry.
Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer Poetry. from 4.bp.blogspot.com

Casey at the Bat. A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest. We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat." For there.