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22 Sdeath! with a page—perchance a king “Had reconciled him to the thing; “But with a stripling of a page— “I felt—but cannot paint his rage.

Bring forth the horse!’—the horse was brought; “In truth, he was a noble steed, “A Tartar of the Ukraine breed, “Who look’d as though the speed of thought “Were in his limbs; but he was wild, “Wild as the wild deer, and untaught, “With spur and bridle undefiled— Twas but a day he had been caught; “And snorting, with erected mane, “And struggling fiercely, but in vain, “In the full foam of wrath and dread “To me the desert-born was led: “They bound me on, that menial throng, “Upon his back with many a thong; “Then loosed him with a sudden lash— “Away!—away!—and on we dash!— “Torrents less rapid and less rash.