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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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Annual Report, Volume 8, Part 1860

Massachusetts Agricultural College - Agricultural education - 1861 - 608 pages
...them perfectly ungovernable. The action of such a herd has been thus graphically described : — " A trampling troop ! I see them come, In one vast squadron they advance 1 I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride, But where are they the...
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Poems

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - 802 pages
...wind those branches stirs ? Ne, 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 stretch'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that...
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The Horse: With a Treatise on Draught

William Youatt - Horses - 1866 - 612 pages
...burden, take to his heels, and be gone for ever. Byron beautifully describes this in his Mazcppa :— A trampling troop : I see them come : In one vast squadron they advance ! 1 utrove to cry — my lips were dumb. The steeds rush oil in plunging pride, But where are they...
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Class-book of English poetry, Volume 2

English poetry - 1866 - 192 pages
...Which saw no further : he who dies Can die no more than then I died, O'ertortured by that ghastly ride. A trampling troop — I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance! The sight renerved my courser's feet— A moment staggering, feebly fleet, A moment with a faint low...
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A Hunter's Experiences in the Southern States of America

Capt Flack - Hunting - 1866 - 380 pages
...— ' By spur and bridle undefilod.' and repeats, almost without thinking, those other lines : — ' A thousand horse, and none to ride, With flowing tail, and flying mane ; Wide nostrils — never stretched by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit and rein, And feet that...
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The Poetical Works of Lord Byron: With ... Notes and a Life of the ..., Volume 1

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1867 - 460 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 streteh'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that...
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The poetical works of lord Byron, complete. (Pearl ed.).

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1867 - 740 pages
...tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs Î Ko, no ! from out the forest prance 7 >~ k Yf X -g | ӖU <u. ߛ6yv "k # n ...~ S }I # V*! X D qė x 1 4 L vh Z fF 0 mane, Wide nostrils never Б t retch 41 by puin, Muuths bloodless to the bit or rein, 260 МЛ2ЕРРА....
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The poetical works of lord Byron. Repr. with notes, &c, Issue 35

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1868 - 666 pages
...from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I sec them come 1 In one vast squadron they advance I hliotMqxe Orwale; but for correctness of costume,...beauty of description, and power of imagination, it mane, Wide nostrils, never stretch'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron...
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Common School Readings: Containing New Selections in Prose and Poetry for ...

John Swett - Elocution - 1868 - 246 pages
...Which saw no further: he who dies Can die no more than then I died, O'ertortured by that ghastly ride. A trampling troop; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance! The sight renerved my courser's feet, A moment staggering, feebly fleet, A moment wilh a faint low...
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Chambers's miscellany of instructive & entertaining tracts, Volume 16

Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1869 - 264 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...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...
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