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" I strove to cry - my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride; But where are they the reins to guide? "
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Page 431
1819
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Selected Poems of Lord Byron

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1893 - 279 pages
...yon tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs? No, no! from out the forest prance A trampling troop; I see them come! In one vast squadron...— and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils — never stretch'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that...
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In Haunts of Wild Game: A Hunter-naturalist's Wanderings from Kahlamba to ...

Frederick Vaughan Kirby - History - 1896 - 576 pages
...everything, seeing that, as is usually the case in the bush - veldt, my range of vision was limited. " A trampling troop, — I see them come, In one vast squadron they advance." I had pulled up directly I saw them emerging from the bush, though I had great difficulty in keeping...
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Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Volume 7

Charles Dudley Warner - Literature - 1897
...yon tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs ? No, no! from out the forest prance A trampling troop; I see them come! In one vast squadron...— and none to ride! With flowing tail, and flying mane. Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron...
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The International Library of Famous Literature: Selections from ..., Volume 8

Andrew Lang, Donald Grant Mitchell - Literature - 1898 - 9822 pages
...tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs ? No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast...— and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils — never stretched by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that...
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The Prisoner of Chillon and Other Poems

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1898 - 96 pages
...from out the forest prance A trampling troop; I see them come f In one vast squadron they advance! 675 I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. The steeds...— and none to ride! With flowing tail, and flying mane, 680 Wide nostrils — never stretch'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet...
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Literature: I. Robert Burns, II. Sir Walter Scott, III. Lord Byron

Seymour Eaton - 1899 - 297 pages
...yon tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs? No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast...— and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron...
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Cyr's Fifth Reader, Book 5

Ellen M. Cyr - Readers - 1899 - 432 pages
...yon tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs ? No, no! from out the forest prance A trampling troop; I see them come ! In one vast squadron...— and none to ride! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils, never stretch'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron...
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Home Study Circle

Seymour Eaton - 1899 - 295 pages
...yon tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs? No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop; I see them come ! In one vast squadron...— and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron...
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The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature ..., Volume 16

Richard Garnett, Leon Vallée, Alois Brandl - Literature - 1899
...wind those branches stirs ? No, no! from out the forest prance A trampling troop; I see them come I In one vast squadron they advance! I strove to cry...— and none to ride! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils — never stretched by pain, Months bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that...
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The Public School Speaker

Francis Warre Cornish - Literature - 1900 - 570 pages
...tuft of blackening tirs. Is it the wind those branches stirs ? No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop; I see them come! In one vast squadron...reins to guide ? A thousand horse, and none to ride ! A thousand horse, the wild, the free, Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Came thickly thundering...
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