...the forest prance VOL. V. A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance ! 1 strove to cry — my lips were dumb. The steeds rush...flowing tail, and flying main, Wide nostrils — never stretch'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscarred...

...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—...reins to guide ? A thousand horse, and none to ride I With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretch' d by pain, Mouths bloodless to the...

...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 they advance! 675 I strove to cry - my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride; But where are they the...

...represented this encounter in a dreamlike vision of equine beauty and expressiveness [plate 19 1].55 A thousand 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 iron...