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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.]

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.