HARD as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish flue Breathed round; the rack of ribs; the scooped flank; lank Rope-over thigh; knee-nave; and barrelled shank -- Head and foot, shoulder and shank -- By a grey eye's heed steered well, one crew, fall to; Stand at stress. Each limb's barrowy brawn, his thew That onewhere curded, onewhere sucked or sank -- Soared or sank -- , Though as a beechbole firm, finds his, as at a roll-call, rank And features, in flesh, what deed he each must do -- His sinew-service where do. He leans to it, Harry bends, look. Back, elbow, and liquid waist In him, all quail to the wallowing o' the plough: 's cheek crimsons; curls Wag or crossbridle, in a wind lifted, windlaced -- See his wind- lilylocks -laced; Churlsgrace, too, child of Amansstrength, how it hangs or hurls Them -- broad in bluff hide his frowning feet lashed! raced With, along them, cragiron under and cold furls -- With-a-fountain's shining-shot furls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHILOSOPHER by EMILY JANE BRONTE LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE INDIAN SERENADE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY DEATH'S VALLEY by WALT WHITMAN THE DIVISION OF POLAND by EDWIN ARNOLD A LEGEND OF MINNESOTA by LILLIAN ATCHERSON DIRGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |