Question

Missed a
The sun in the heavens was beaming
The breeze bore an odour of hay.
My flannels were sporless and gleaming
My heart was undouded and gay:
The ladies, all gaily apparelled,
Sar round looking on at the match,
In the tree-tops the dicky-birds carolled.
All was peace--uill I bungled that catch.
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My attention the magic of summer
Had lured from the game-which was wrong. .
The bee (chat inveterate hummer)
Was droning its favourite song.
I heard in a stupor the bowler
Emit a self-satisfied Ah!)
The small boys who sat on the roller
Set up an expectant 'Hurray'!
the batsman with grief from the wicket himself had begun to detach- and I uttered a groan and turned sick.it was over,I'd buttered the catch.
O,ne'er, if I live to a million, shall I feel such a terrible pang.from the seats on the far-off pavilion a loud yell of ecstasy rang.
Ah,the bowlers low,querulous mutter points loud l, unforgettable scoff!Oh,give me my driver and putter!henceforward my gameshall be golf.
If I'm asked to play cricket hereafter,I'm wholly determined to scratch. life's void of all pleasure and laughter;I bungled the easier catch.
(this is the whole poem so can u all give the ans of the ques that r mentioned below plz)​

Answer 1

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sorry sister it is too long to answer.