Poems with rhymes of match

All blithe are our hunters, and noble their match,
Though hundreds are caught, there are millions to catch.

You turn your duck into the lucerne patch,
And I'd be ready to make a match

"Now, Matthew!" said I, "let us match
This water's pleasant tune
With some old border-song, or catch

No pleader at the bar could match
His diligence and quick dispatch;

But Death had business to dispatch;
His mind was running on his match.

Who does a rugged Tartar catch,
When me he thinks to over-match,

An' some wan is place it hees han' on de latch,
Dat's Isidore Goulay, las' fall on de Brulé
He's tak' it firs' prize on de grand ploughin' match.

She said that she was sorry, but it's difficult to catch
An excited sort of beetle you've mistaken for a match.

I say, "What living Love can catch
Her bloom and bonhomie,
And what in newer maidens match

Unless they make another match;
And if they do I guess
The champion won't have a scratch,

How her eyelids meet and match,
Gathered in two dusky seams,
Each the little creamy thatch

As a crack long-distance talker that was pretty hard to catch;
So we called a hasty meeting and decided on a match.

But thou art ready there to catch
My morning-soul and sacrifice:
Then we must needs for that day make a match.

Strike a sulphur match . . .
Ha! at last my garret.
Fumble at the latch,

'E 'ad a fork out in the tater patch.
Sez 'e, 'Why 'ello, Digger. Got a match?'

Arise and bid me strike a match
And strike another till time catch;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,

You love to dive, its eyes and limbs to match.
Sometimes your heart forgets its own, to catch

So the umpire dragged them from the ruck, and pegged them off a patch,
And then gave his best attention to the slugging and the match.

Arise and bid me strike a match
And strike another till time catch;