twenty-membered

Updated: May 11, 2025

Where is now the sturdy gripe, Where the breath sedate, That so lately whiffed the pipe Toward the Spirit great? Where the bright and falcon eye, That the reindeer's tread On the waving grass could spy, Thick with dewdrops spread? Where the limbs that used to dart Swifter through the snow Than the twenty-membered hart, Than the mountain roe? Where the arm that sturdily Bent the deadly bow?

Friedrich Schiller - The Works of Frederich Schiller