| 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... | |
| M. S. Mitchell - Elocution - 1869 - 416 pages
...checkered with the northern light: — From out the forest prance A trampling troop, — I see them come! A thousand horse — and none to ride ! — With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain, Moutns bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - Fore-edge painting - 1870 - 770 pages
...wind those branches stirs? No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come ! T ? Is not the past all shadow ?— What are they ?...Substance, and people planets of its own With being pride r A thousand horse — and none to nde ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils, never... | |
| Elocution - 1870 - 314 pages
...with the northern light : — " From out the forest prance A trampling troop, — I see them come ! A thousand horse — and none to ride !— With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain, Mouths bloodless to the hit or rein, And feet that iron... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1871 - 968 pages
...tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those brandies stirs ? No, no ! from out the forest prance hat homely face, And yet with something of a grace Which love makes for ! 1 strove to cry, — my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride ; But where are they... | |
| American poetry - 1872 - 900 pages
...tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs Î No, no ! from out the forest prance 9 q bX ݂ ; t $ ܄ 㾣 zp 1 U N 5H3gr a -:D... ]_1|C, A:. F t 5 y xl 8{ܜ] e KfO yl} âa RZD [s U mane, Wide nostrils, never stretched by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1872 - 776 pages
...firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs ? No, no ! from out the forest prance I strove to cry—my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride...But where are they the reins to guide ? A thousand horse—and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils—never stretch'd by pain,... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - English poetry - 1873 - 898 pages
...tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs ? No, no 1 from out the forest prance er 5 what fate The bearer of such boon may wait And now thou know'st mane, Wide nostrils — never stretch'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1873 - 376 pages
...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...horse, 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... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1873 - 906 pages
...tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches stirs ? No, no ! from out the forest prance ENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. ; Hut where are they the reins to guide ? A thousand horse, — and none to ride I With flowing tail,... | |
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