Fifty Famous Rides and RidersAmerican Book Company, 1916 - 303 páginas |
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... Horse won the Bet . .Oliver Wendell Holmes 134 Kit Carson's Ride . A Gallop of Three .. Miles Keogh's Horse . Joaquin Miller . 141 Theodore Winthrop 147 John Hay .... 157 Sheridan's Ride .... The Man who rode to Conemaugh The King of ...
... Horse won the Bet . .Oliver Wendell Holmes 134 Kit Carson's Ride . A Gallop of Three .. Miles Keogh's Horse . Joaquin Miller . 141 Theodore Winthrop 147 John Hay .... 157 Sheridan's Ride .... The Man who rode to Conemaugh The King of ...
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... horse and her rider . Dick merrily re- sponded to their clamor as he flew past , and laughed at the brickbats that were showered , thick as hail and quite as harmlessly , around him . A few more miles ' hard riding tired the volunteers ...
... horse and her rider . Dick merrily re- sponded to their clamor as he flew past , and laughed at the brickbats that were showered , thick as hail and quite as harmlessly , around him . A few more miles ' hard riding tired the volunteers ...
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... horse- back and on foot , pushing forward toward the great town . At length , on a sunny noon , midway between ... horses , the dazzling armor of the assembled knights , the shouting , the racing , the never ending tumult what youth , be ...
... horse- back and on foot , pushing forward toward the great town . At length , on a sunny noon , midway between ... horses , the dazzling armor of the assembled knights , the shouting , the racing , the never ending tumult what youth , be ...
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... horse and waiting outside the door of this hall . " Then cried the king , " Thou didst walk hither to tell me of him ; now hie thee back to him running at full speed . Invite him to come in ; and let every man who sees the light , and ...
... horse and waiting outside the door of this hall . " Then cried the king , " Thou didst walk hither to tell me of him ; now hie thee back to him running at full speed . Invite him to come in ; and let every man who sees the light , and ...
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... horse and rider reel ; They reel , they roll in clanging lists , And when the tide of combat stands , Perfume and flowers fall in showers , That lightly rain from ladies ' hands . How sweet are looks that ladies bend On whom their. 34 ...
... horse and rider reel ; They reel , they roll in clanging lists , And when the tide of combat stands , Perfume and flowers fall in showers , That lightly rain from ladies ' hands . How sweet are looks that ladies bend On whom their. 34 ...
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Página 103 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled,— How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farmyard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Página 73 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay ; And there he threw the Wash about. On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play.
Página 36 - Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board, no helmsman steers, I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars.
Página 76 - So, turning to his horse, he said, " I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine." Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast ! For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass Did sing most loud and clear; Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, And galloped off with all his might, As he had done before.
Página 161 - Still sprung from those swift hoofs, thundering south, The dust, like smoke from the cannon's mouth; Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster, Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster. The heart of the steed, and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners...
Página 75 - But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case.
Página 225 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Página 132 - Mother and sister, wife and maid, Looked from the rocks of Marblehead Over the moaning and rainy sea, Looked for the coming that might not be.
Página 70 - Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty, screaming, came down stairs, The wine is left behind ! Good lack ! quoth he — yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, When I do exercise.
Página 35 - When down the stormy crescent goes, A light before me swims, Between dark stems the forest glows, I hear a noise of hymns. Then by some secret shrine I ride; I hear a voice, but none are there; The stalls are void, the doors are wida, The tapers burning fair.