Athletics and Manly Sport

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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...
Page xi - And some said, Let them live ; some, Let them die, Some said, John print it ; others said, Not so : Some said, It might do good ; others said, No.
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.
Page 398 - They made her a grave, too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true; And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where, all night long, by a firefly lamp, She paddles her white canoe. "And...
Page 16 - My first dear love, all dearer for thy grief! My land, that has no peer in all the sea For verdure, vale, or river, flower or leaf, — If first to no man else, thou'rt first to me. New loves may come with duties, but the first Is deepest yet, — the mother's breath and smiles; Like that kind face and breast where I was nursed Is my poor land, the Niobe of isles.
Page 430 - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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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