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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON A RACE-HORSE, by GIROLAMO PRETI Poet's Biography First Line: Son of the air, rival of winds when high Last Line: But that he knows thy speed would shorten day. Subject(s): Horse Racing | |||
SON of the Air, Rival of Winds when high, Swift courser, thou that without wings dost fly, Quicker than arrows from a Parthian bow -- Compar'd to thee, Jove's thunderbolts are slow. Men come from lands remote, thy race to see, But when thou'rt pass'd, no eye can follow thee; Thine far exceeds the motion of the Spheres, Thought cannot equal thee in thy careers. Thy feet shake th' earth, whilst sparks do thee surround, Yet tread not on the flints, nor touch the ground: Thee for his charrot, Sol would have away, But that he knows thy speed would shorten Day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOM FOOL AT JAMAICA by MARIANNE MOORE THE HORSES RUN BACK TO THEIR STALLS by LINDA GREGERSON POLYHYMNIA: FRAGMENTS by WILLIAM BASSE THE IDLER'S CALENDAR: JULY. GOODWORD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LEITH RACES by ROBERT FERGUSSON GWINE TO RUN ALL NIGHT by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER HOW THE OLD HORSE WON THE BET by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE JUDGE'S DECISION by J. W. KEVIN LOVE'S GARDEN by GIROLAMO PRETI |
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