In the Saddle: A Collection of Poems on Horseback-riding

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1882 - 185 strani
 

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Stran 127 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
Stran 130 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year.
Stran 174 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Stran 178 - Were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he...
Stran 132 - By the trembling ladder, steep and tall, To the highest window in the wall, Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town And the moonlight flowing over all.
Stran 80 - Shanter, As he frae Ayr ae night did canter: (Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses, For honest men and bonie lasses). O Tam, had'st thou but been sae wise, As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice! She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum That frae November till October, Ae market-day thou was nae sober; That ilka melder wi...
Stran 116 - BOOT, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my castle before the hot day Brightens to blue from its silvery gray. CHO. — Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Stran 79 - SHANTER A Tale Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke Gawin Douglas When chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neebors neebors meet; As market-days are wearing late, An...
Stran 67 - O no, O no, Thomas," she said, " That name does not belang to me ; I am but the Queen of fair Elfland, That am hither come to visit thee.
Stran 24 - And the castle standeth black, with the red sun at its back, — Toll slowly. And a fortnight's siege is done — and, except the duchess, none Can misdoubt the coming wrack.

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