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.

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.

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.]

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.

Go anywhere in England where there are natural, wholesome,
contented, and really nice English people; and what do you read more

Go anywhere in England where there are natural, wholesome,
contented, and really nice English people; and what do you always
find? That the stables are the real centre of the household.

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

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

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.

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.