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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
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.
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