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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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The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems. Complete in One Volume

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1828 - 718 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...advance ! I strove to cry— my lips were dumb. The sleeds rush on in plunging pride; But where arc they the reins to guide? A thousand horse — and none...
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The works of lord Byron including the suppressed poems

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1828 - 718 pages
...blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs? No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling iroop; I see them come! In one vast squadron they advance...strove to cry— my lips were dumb. The steeds rush ou in pliin(;in¡¡ pride; Hut where are they the reins to guide' A thousand horse — 2nd none to...
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The Complete Works of Lord Byron: Including His Suppressed Poems ..., Volume 1

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832
...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 stretch* d by pain, Mouths bloodless to the hit or rein, And feet that...
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Childe Harold's pilgrimage, The giaour, The siege of Corinth [and other poems].

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832
...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 stretch' d by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that...
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Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Volume 11

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - Poets, English - 1832
...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...they advance ! I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. (1) [MS. — " Rose crimson, and forbad the stars To sparkle in their radiant cars." — E.] XVII....
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The Works of Lord Byron: With His Letters and Journals,

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1833
...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...they advance ! I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. (1) [MS. — " Rose crimson, and forbad the stars To sparkle in their radiant cars."— E.] XVII. The...
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The Casket: A Literary Present for Youth

Children - 1834 - 136 pages
...troop, I see them come ! In one vast sqnadron they advance. I strove to cry — my lips were dnmb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride, But where are...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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The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His ..., Volume 11

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836
...dumb. (1) [MS. — " Rose crimson, and forbad the stars To sparkle in their radiant cars." — E] XVII. The steeds rush on in plunging pride ; But where are...— 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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The Select Poetical Works of Lord Byron: Containing The Corsair, Lara, The ...

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 244 pages
...blackening lirs. « 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. « The steeds rush on in plunging pride; « But where are they the reins to...
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The Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th]

1836
...movements in squadrons of thousands, when frightened by the approach of the solitary traveller. ' " A thousand horse, and none to ride,— With flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils, never stretched with pain, Mouths bloodless by the bit or rein, And fwt that iron...
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