He is a valiant tamer, he never recedes.
His shape combines the gods, in it one seems to see
Apollo’s divine grace, with the strength of Hercules.
But, above all, his soft, dark eyes, are dear to me.
[8] In this summer of 1889 another son, Edmond Pezon, has been twice injured by the lion Brutus.
[9] The audience screamed for help; the great terror Which seized the heart of every spectator No words can picture. Breathless all present wait, Helpless to rescue the man from impending fate, When, at the vital moment, fearless, yet panting, A lion appeared, in guise of a stripling, His son and his pupil! Yes, Adrian himself!
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