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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 ONCE BEFORE by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1877 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TROY TOWN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI REPRESSION OF WAR EXPERIENCE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON INCIDENT AT BRUGES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A SONG OF LABOUR; DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-WORKERS WITH PICK AND SHOVEL by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |
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