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" 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 guide? "
Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Page 431
1819
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The Horse

William Youatt - 1874 - 652 pages
...hie îlazeppa : — A trampling troop: I see them come : In one vast squadron they advance! 1 itrove to cry — my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride, Bot where arc they the reins who guide ? A thousand horse and none to ride ! With flowing tail and...
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Cassell's illustrated readings, Volume 2; Volume 67

Cassell, ltd - 1875 - 470 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 stretch'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron...
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Wallace's Monthly, Volume 11

1885 - 1058 pages
...wild individuals were to be found at the Straits of Magellan. They scoured the plains in vast herds. A thousand horse — and none to ride — With flowing tail and flying mane, as Byron described them in " Mazeppa." The Indians, both of North and South America, managed...
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A New Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 2

William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 576 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 stretched by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron...
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A New Library of Poetry and Song, Volume 2

William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 630 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 stretched by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron...
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The poetical works of lord Byron

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1878 - 636 pages
...wind those branches stirs? No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come t 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 iron...
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Russia

1878 - 618 pages
...yon tuft of blackening firs. Is it the wind those branches sties? No, no ! from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast...dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride ; But where arc they the reins to guide ? A thousand horse, — and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying...
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The Pacific Coast Fourth Reader

1878 - 254 pages
...saw no further : he who dies Can die no more than then I died, O'ertortured by that ghastly ride. 5. A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance ! The sight re-nerved my courser's feet, A moment staggering, feebly fleet, A moment with a faint low...
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Short readings from English poetry, chosen and arranged with notes by H.A. Hertz

Helen A Hertz - 1879 - 292 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 stretched by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that...
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The poetical works of lord Byron. Illustr. ed

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1879 - 290 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...rush on in plunging pride ; But where are they the reius to guide ? A thousand horse — and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils,...
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