 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1909 - 160 pages
...out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come I 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, eso Wide nostrils — never stretch'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet... | |
 | Claude Moore Fuess, Henry Nichols Sanborn - Poetry and children - 1909 - 324 pages
...tuft of blackening firs. 670 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...they advance ! I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. 675 The steeds rush on in plunging pride; But where are they the reins to guide ? A thousand horse... | |
 | Charles Townsend Copeland, Henry Milner Rideout - English poetry - 1909 - 334 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 squadron they advance ! 1080 I strove to cry — my lips were dumbl The steeds rush on in plunging pride ; But where are... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1911 - 252 pages
...tuft of blackening firs. 67° Is it the wind those branches stirs? No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast...horse, 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1911 - 184 pages
...those branches stirs ? No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop; I see them come! 640 In one vast squadron they advance ! I strove to cry...reins to guide ? A thousand horse, and none to ride! 645 With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretch'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - Poetry - 1913 - 274 pages
...tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs? No, no ! from out the forest prance 315 A trampling troop; I see them come! In one vast squadron...plunging pride; But where are they the reins to guide? 320 A thousand horse — and none to ride! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils, never... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - English poetry - 1915 - 956 pages
...wind those branches stirs ? No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop; I see them come t To hit the sense of humnn mane, Wide nostrils never stretch'd by pain, 680 Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - English poetry - 1915 - 952 pages
...tuft of blackening firs. 670 Is it the wind those branches stirs ? No, no ! from out the forest prance d d 1 I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride; But where are they the... | |
 | Adventure stories - 1916 - 314 pages
...a 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...lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride A thousand horse, and none to ride ! With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils never touched... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - England - 1916 - 1604 pages
...yon tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs T No, no! from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance ! 675 I strove to cry— my lips were dumb ! The steeds rush on in plunging pride ; But where are they... | |
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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? 
