harry ploughman - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

Hard as hurdle arms, with a broth of goldish
Breathed round; the rack of ribs; the scooped flank;
Rope-over thigh; knee-nave; and barrelled shank— Head and foot, shoulder and shank— By a grey eye’s heed steered well, one crew, fall to;