I. Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West, Through all the wild border his steed was the best!

That one glimpse of the outlines of the splendid horse, together with the brilliancy of the performance itself, told Grizzly Weber that the steed was his own Cap.

Then I gave as I left For his carriage a gift Four steeds, and each steed was a bay.

Do thou concert such measures that my steeds may become fleet.

For the easier strife Black steeds were prizes; herds of kine were cast For heavier issues, fists and wrestling; last, This woman....

Again, folk suffering from falling sickness are supposed to be in that condition owing to the fatigue caused by nocturnal rides through the air with the fairies, whose steeds are bewitched rushes, blades of grass, straws, fern roots, and cabbage stalks.

O, that thy steeds were wingd with my swift thoughts: Now shouldst thou fall in Thetis azure armes, And now would I fall in Pandoraes lap.

She, and the steed on which she would always ride, were his richest possessions.

His steeds are the winds; oh, list, How he madly sweeps o'er the clouds, And scatters the driving mist.