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.
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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.
Riding turns 'I wish' into 'I can'.
Riding turns 'I wish' into 'I can'.
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.
And the hood of the horses shakes the crumbling field as they
run.
[Lat., Quadrupedumque putrem cursu quatit read more
And the hood of the horses shakes the crumbling field as they
run.
[Lat., Quadrupedumque putrem cursu quatit ungula campum.]
Round-hoofed, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide,
High crest, read more
Round-hoofed, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide,
High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong,
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide:
Look what a horse should have he did not lack,
Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
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.
Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!
Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
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.
