Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all,
Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear,
Called my Roland his pet name, my horse without peer;
Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise bad or good,
'Til at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.
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A good horse should be seldom spurred
A good horse should be seldom spurred
The king is come. Deal mildly with his youth;
For young hot colts, being raged, do rage the more.
The king is come. Deal mildly with his youth;
For young hot colts, being raged, do rage the more.
A horse is a thing of beauty... none will tire of looking at him as long as he displays himself read more
A horse is a thing of beauty... none will tire of looking at him as long as he displays himself in his splendor.
A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability read more
A horse is the projection of peoples' dreams about themselves - strong, powerful, beautiful - and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.
I saw them go; one horse was blind,
The tails of both hung down behind,
Their shoes read more
I saw them go; one horse was blind,
The tails of both hung down behind,
Their shoes were on their feet.
Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!
Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!
Gamaun is a dainty steed,
Strong, black, and of a noble breed,
Full of fire, and full read more
Gamaun is a dainty steed,
Strong, black, and of a noble breed,
Full of fire, and full of bone,
With all his line of fathers known;
Fine his nose, his nostrils thin,
But blown abroad by the pride within;
His mane is like a river flowing,
And his eyes like embers glowing
In the darkness of the night,
And his pace as swift as light.
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents
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Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents
The armorers accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
