HIS golden face, @3un tipo@1, Was minted like a coin; On the reverse @3un toro@1, -- So stood his neck and loin. The bull of Agrigentum A thousand years had ploughed The furrow of his fathers, -- @3Per Baccho!@1 he was proud! To the beautiful old ages His line ran straight and true; His blood coursed like the clover-tops Beneath his cheeks' bronze hue; And all his skin was polished brown, And muscled hard with toil; And when he turned his back, @3Ecco!@1 A classic of the soil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FABLE: THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A PATCH OF OLD SNOW by ROBERT FROST AT MIDSUMMER by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON THE RAGGED WOOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO ONE WHO ASKED by KENNETH SLADE ALLING CHRISTMAS, 1917 by BRENT DOW ALLINSON IMPROMPTU by FRANCOIS JOACHIM DE PIERRE DE BERNIS |