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.

And the watchman told, saying, He came even unto them, and cometh
not again: and the driving is like read more

And the watchman told, saying, He came even unto them, and cometh
not again: and the driving is like the driving of Jehu the son
of Nimski; for he driveth furiously.

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.

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.]

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.

Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!

Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!

Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents
read more

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.

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.