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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 | |||
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 THE WHITE WOMEN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE WARDEN OF THE CINQUE PORTS (THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON) by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CHERRY TREE IN AUTUMN by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER GOD OF PROGRESS by ALICE GILL BENTON THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE NORTH SEA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE DEAD EAGLE; WRITTEN AT ORAN by THOMAS CAMPBELL |
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