Athletics and manly sport (Google eBook)

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Pilot publishing company, 1890 - Boxing - 462 pages
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Page 398 - He saw the lake, and a meteor bright Quick over its surface play'd " Welcome," he said,
Page 29 - Down dropp'd he, nerveless, and extended lay. As a large fish, when winds and waters roar, By some huge billow dash'd against the shore, Lies panting; not less batter'd with his wound, The bleeding hero pants upon the ground. To rear his fallen foe, the victor lends...
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Page 6 - Which might have pleased the eyes of many men What good should follow this, if this were done ? What harm, undone ? deep harm to disobey, Seeing obedience is the bond of rule. Were it well to obey then, if a king demand An act unprofitable, against himself?
Page 50 - ... from among the gentlemen present two umpires, who shall absolutely decide all disputes that may arise about the battle ; and if the two umpires cannot agree, the said umpires to choose a third, who is to determine it. 7- That no person is to hit his adversary when he is down, or seize him by the ham, the breeches, or any part below the waist : a man on his knees to be reckoned down.
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Page 29 - Officious with the cincture girds him round; And to his wrist the gloves of death are bound. Amid the circle now each champion stands, And poises high in air his iron hands; With clashing gauntlets now they fiercely close, ~) Their crackling jaws re-echo to the blows, > And painful sweat from all their members flows.

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