 | Mrs. Julia MacNair Wright - 1892 - 392 oldal
...hear the busy teeth of the rodents, gnawing" their way through the world. LESSON XLIX. ODD TOES. " A thousand horse, and none to ride! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils never stretched by pain, Mouths bloodless of the bit or rein, And feet that iron... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Nathan Haskell Dole - 1893 - 374 oldal
...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...— 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... | |
 | Frederick Vaughan Kirby - 1896 - 638 oldal
...everything, seeing that, as is usually the case in the bush - veldt, my range of vision was limited. " A trampling troop, — I see them come, In one vast squadron they advance." I had pulled up directly I saw them emerging from the bush, though I had great difficulty in keeping... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner - 1897 - 492 oldal
...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...— 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... | |
 | Andrew Lang, Donald Grant Mitchell - 1898 - 578 oldal
...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1898 - 112 oldal
...from out the forest prance A trampling troop; I see them come f In one vast squadron they advance! 675 I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. The steeds...— and none to ride! With flowing tail, and flying mane, 680 Wide nostrils — never stretch'd by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet... | |
 | 1899 - 328 oldal
...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...— 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... | |
 | Ellen M. Cyr - 1899 - 456 oldal
...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...— 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... | |
 | Seymour Eaton - 1899 - 338 oldal
...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...— 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... | |
 | Richard Garnett, Leon Vallée, Alois Brandl - 1899 - 428 oldal
...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...— and none to ride! With flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils — never stretched by pain, Months bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that... | |
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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? 
