HIS golden face, @3un tipo@1, Was minted like a coin; On the reverse @3un toro@1, -- So stood his neck and loin. The bull of Agrigentum A thousand years had ploughed The furrow of his fathers, -- @3Per Baccho!@1 he was proud! To the beautiful old ages His line ran straight and true; His blood coursed like the clover-tops Beneath his cheeks' bronze hue; And all his skin was polished brown, And muscled hard with toil; And when he turned his back, @3Ecco!@1 A classic of the soil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 16 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE AFRICAN CHIEF by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN THE COMING STORM' (A PICTURE BY R. S. GIFFORD) by HERMAN MELVILLE PIONEERS! O PIONEERS! by WALT WHITMAN |