Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BOUT, by EVARISTE BOULAY-PATY First Line: Two wrestlers in a ruthless grapple strive Last Line: And even in dying feels his glory kindle. Subject(s): Death; Honor; Wrestling & Wrestlers; Dead, The; Judo; Karate | ||||||||
TWO wrestlers in a ruthless grapple strive For triumph; but thro' long, long years doth toil One whose fair brow the dew-filled flowers assoil Who seems in his young lustihood to thrive; The other an old man whose hard thews would rive The thing they clasp, but lean with long turmoil, Dull-eyed, wan-faced, with shrunken hands that coil: 'Tis Death that holdeth man within his gyve. Death tightens his fell hold until at last Man underneath his pallid foe falls down Who thereon cries, "Behold a life o'erthrown!" Man for a moment knows his might doth dwindle. But rising, with his soul Death's self doth blast, And even in dying feels his glory kindle. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRESTLING by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON DRUMS AND BRASS by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE BEAR by EDITH SITWELL FETES GALANTES: PANYOMIME by PAUL VERLAINE SYSTEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON WINDY NIGHTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE JESTER'S SERMON by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY THE OLD CUMBERLAND BEGGAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH DESERT WIFE by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER |
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