There were also several stablemen, all much interested in the idea of taming the fiery steeds of the desert.

They, too, noticed the buffalo herd, and in another moment they were dashing down upon them, urging their steeds to the greatest speed.

The clamor of rushing steeds in the lane suddenly drowned this; a loud, joyous whinny sounded in the very kitchen it seemed, and there was a rush houseward past the pantry as of a troop of cavalry.

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

Its trembling limbs were unable to support it; and Lincoya saw that he could no longer look to his favorite steed for the safety of his own life, and must abandon it to perish in the flames.

Horses and Carriages in plentygood steeds at Dominique's, Rue de la Raillère.

According to Homer's "Iliad," warriors fed their chariot-steeds on parsley; and Pliny acquaints us with the fact that, as a symbol of mourning, it was admitted to furnish the funeral tables of the Romans.

He remounted his horse, and having wheeled round his steed from the place of combat, exclaimed: "By the faith of an Arab, I adjure you to tell me what horseman of the desert you are; for I feel that your attack and the violence of your blows are irresistible.

the [two] steeds like wreaths of mist fly over the vales.

This sentimental symbol was obviously intended to lend dignity and respectability to the otherwise disreputable vehicle of concord and its steed without wings, waiting patiently to be offor to lie down and pay the debt of nature!

"Luis" had not been six months a "jockey" for nothing, however; so he lulled his steed into a sense of security by walking beside it for some time in circus fashion, with his right hand grasping the off side of the saddle, until a large stone showed its head at the side of the road.

This indicated the existence of trees to Joe's practised eyes, and feeling that if the horses broke down they could better make a last manful stand in the wood than on the plain he urged his steed towards it.

It was the sombre figure of a knight accoutred in black armour, who was pressing his steed through the throng in the direction of the fountain.

He spurred his steed across the plain, and gaining upon the three knights, made ready to avenge his kinsman's blood.

When the Prince approached, Abd-el-Kader dismounted and offered his steed as a present in testimony of his gratitude, and expressed the hope that he might always bear his new master in safety and happiness.

"D'ye know, Joe," he said confidentially, reining up his gallant steed after a sharp gallop"d'ye know I've bin feelin' awful low for some time past.

Each found his steed beside the mountain base, And mounted, all that goodly company, She with her crystal chalice at the head.

Each seized his steed by the bridle, and climbed nimbly in the saddle.

He loved to guide the rapid steed along the avenue.

The Greeks even personified the sun as a divine charioteer driving his fiery steeds over the steep of heaven, until he bathed them at evening in the western waves.

And, lo, in her bowers Tithônus, Our brother, yet sleeps as of old: O, she too hath loved us and known us, And the Steeds of her star, flashing gold, Stooped hither and bore him above us; Then blessed we the Gods in our joy.

At length the darkness was dispersed, the earth Became a scene, joyous and light, and gay, Covered with waving cornthere Rustem paused And quitting his good steed among the grass, Laid himself gently down, and, wearied, slept; His shield beneath his head, his sword before him.

240 The clouds disperse in fumes, the wondering Moon Beholds her brother's steeds beneath her own; The highlands smoke, cleft by the piercing rays, Or, clad with woods, in their own fuel blaze.

I have said that Button was bow-legged; and to that providential fact did he attribute the power by which he clung on to various parts of the steed during his wild career of perhaps a mile, but which seemed to the troubled senses of the rider not much less than fifty.

But other foes were near, for as Beltane reined his snorting steed about, he swayed in his stirrups 'neath the shock of a cross-bow bolt that glanced, whirring, from his bascinet, and in that moment Sir Fidelis cried aloud: "My lord, my lord!