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" No, no! from out the forest prance A trampling troop; I see them come! In one vast squadron they advance! "
New National First [-fifth] Reader - Page 254
by Charles Joseph Barnes, J. Marshall Hawkes - 1884 - 480 pages
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The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, Volumes 5-6

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 614 pages
...see them come! ' ' In one vast squadron they advance ! " I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. 6^5 " The steeds rush on in plunging pride ; " But where...flowing tail, and flying mane, " Wide nostrils — never stretch 'd by pain, 680 " Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, " And feet that iron never shod, " And...
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Mazeppa: A Poem

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1822 - 84 pages
...see them come! '' In one vast squadron they advance ! " I strove to cry—my lips were dumb. 675 ' ' The steeds rush on in plunging pride; ' ' But where are they the reins to guide ? ' ' A thousand horse—and none to ride ! ' ' With flowing tail, and flying mane, '' Wide nostrils—never stretch'd...
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The works of the rt. hon. lord Byron, Volume 3

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1824 - 322 pages
...troop; I see them come! ln OIK- vast squadron they advance! I strove to cry — my lips were dumh. The steeds rush on in plunging pride; But where are...and flying; mane, Wide nostrils — never stretch'd hy pain, Mouths hloodless to the hit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks unscarr'd hy...
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Lord Byron, Volume 1

Louise Swanton-Belloc - 1824 - 400 pages
...In one vast squadron they advancc ! « I strovc to crv — my lips were dumb. a The steeds rush ou in plunging pride ; « But where are they the reins to guide ? « A thousand horsc — and noue to ride ! leurs crinières volent, leurs larges naseaux que jamais le frein ne blessa...
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The Works of Lord Byron: Complete in One Volume

George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 pages
...troop; I see them come! In one vatt squadron they advance ! I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. Tlie Wi^e nostrils — never stretch 'd by pain. Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron...
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The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Volume 84

1819 - 606 pages
...from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance ! I strove to cry— my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride ; But where are they the rein« to guide ': Л thousand horse— and none to ride ! With Sowing tail, and flying mane, Wide...
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The Works of Lord Byron: Comprising the Suppressed Poems, Volumes 6-7

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1826 - 662 pages
...from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance ! I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride • Cut where are they the reins to guide ? A thousand horse — and none to ride ! With flowing tail,...
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The works of lord Byron

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1826 - 852 pages
...no! from out the forest pram* A tranpling troop; I see them corar' In one vast squadron they advance! I strove to cry — my lips were dumb The steeds rush on in plunging pridr: But where are they the rrins t» F«!ljr A thousand horse— and none to ridrWith flowing tail,...
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The works of lord Byron including his suppressed poems

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1827 - 888 pages
...they advance '. I slrove to cry — my lip« were dumb. The steeds rush on in plunging pride ; Rut where are they the reins to guide? A thousand horse — and none to ride ! With flowing tail, and Hying mane, Wide nostrils— never stretch'd by pain, And feel that iron never shod. And Hanks unscarr'd...
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Childe Harold's pilgrimage, The giaour, The siege of Corinth [and other poems].

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 pages
...from out the forest prance A trampling troop ; I see them come ! In one vast squadron they advance ! I strove to cry — my lips were dumb. The steeds...flowing tail, and flying mane, Wide nostrils — never stretch' d by pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron never shod, And flanks...
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