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. | Other Poems of Interest...THE WRESTLERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET WRESTLING by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON FROM THE SHORE by CARL SANDBURG THE MERMAID by ALFRED TENNYSON THE FEILIRE OF ADAMNAN by ADAMNAN TO ONE WHO ASKS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS THE TUTELAGE by ROBERT MOWRY BELL MOUNT RUSHMORE by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE HUNCHBACK by JOHN PEALE BISHOP THE AGNOSTIC by MATHILDE BLIND A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 8 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE DEATH OF REV. LEVI PARSONS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |
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