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.

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.

Morgan!--She ain't nothing else, and I've got the papers to prove
it.
Sired by Chippewa Chief, and twelve read more

Morgan!--She ain't nothing else, and I've got the papers to prove
it.
Sired by Chippewa Chief, and twelve hundred dollars won't buy
her.
Briggs of Turlumme owned her. Did you know Briggs of Turlumme?--
Busted hisself in White Pine and blew out his brains down in
Frisco?

His neck is high and erect, his head replete with intelligence,
his belly short, his back full, and his read more

His neck is high and erect, his head replete with intelligence,
his belly short, his back full, and his proud chest swells with
hard muscles.
[Lat., Ardua cervix,
Argumtumque caput, brevis alvos, obessaque terga,
Luxuriatque toris animosum pectus.]

Villain, a horse--Villain, I say, give me a horse to fly,
To swim the river, villain, and to fly.

Villain, a horse--Villain, I say, give me a horse to fly,
To swim the river, villain, and to fly.

Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of Solitaire. read more

Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of Solitaire. It is a grand passion.

Show me your horse and I will tell you what you are.

Show me your horse and I will tell you what you are.

The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action.

The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, of action.

Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt read more

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.