 ... hoofs of invisible horses, All night, from their stalls, the importunate pawing and neighing. Let cowards and laggards fall back! but alert to the saddle Weatherworn and abreast, go men of our galloping legion, With a stirrup-cup each to the lily...  Louise Imogen Guiney - Сторінка 51автори: Alice Brown - 1921 - 111 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen, Goodridge Bliss Roberts - 1891 - 796 стор.
...things that appal or entice us : What odds ? We are Knights, and our souls are but bent on the riding ! I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, the commotion of sinewy, mane-tossing horses; All night, from their cells, the importunate tramping... | |
 | Eli Lemon Sheldon - 1895 - 336 стор.
...things that appal or entice us: What odds ? We are knights; and our souls are but bent on the riding. I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, the commotion of sinewy, mane-tossing horses ; All night, from their cells, the importunate tramping... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner - 1896 - 406 стор.
...flower in the dust, and her pitiful beauty! We hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers, / hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day the commotion of sinewy, mane-tossing' horses, All night from their cells the importunate tramping... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 954 стор.
...aye, so lonely long, Love's self outdo, dear Lovelace ! hold The pinnacles of song. THE WILD RIDE 1 HEAR in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses; Let cowards and laggards fall back ! but alert to the saddle, Straight, grim, and abreast, go the weatherworn,... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 966 стор.
...lonely long, Love's self outdo, dear Lovelace ! hold The pinnacles of song. THE WILD RITJE / Я E AR in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses; Аи night, from their ttalls, the importunate Let cowards and laggards fall back ! but alert to the... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1900 - 968 стор.
...that appal or entice us: What odds ? We arc knights, and our souls arc but bent on the riding. / hrtir in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible homes; All night, from their stalls, the importunate tramping and neiyhing. We spur to a land of no... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1901 - 964 стор.
...self outdo, dear Lovelace ! hold The pinnacles of song. THE WILD RIDE / HEAR in myheart,Ihearinils o smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat Let cowards and laggards fall back ! but alert to the saddle, Straight, grim, and abreast, go the weatherworn,... | |
 | Harry Thurston Peck - 1901 - 426 стор.
...flower in the dust, and her pitiful beauty ! We hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers. 1 hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day the commotion of sinewy, mane-tossing horses, All night from their cells the importunate tramping and... | |
 | John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard - 1904 - 618 стор.
...there are things that appall or entice us : What odds ? We are knights, and our souls are but bent on the riding ! Thought's self is a vanishing wing, and...in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, the commotion of sinewy, mane-tossing horses, All night, from their cells, the importunate tramping... | |
 | Augustus White Long - 1905 - 382 стор.
...are things that appal or entice us: 20 What odds ? We are knights, and our souls are but bent on the I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses,...horses ; All night, from their stalls, the importunate tramping and neighing. We spur to a land of no name, outracing the stormwind; We leap to the infinite... | |
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