They, neighing shrill, down narrow paths repair, With lusty leaps; and lighting on the plain, Uplift the croup, like coursers as they are, Some bay, some roan, and some of dapple stain.
The crowds that waiting in the valleys were, Layed hands on them, and seized them by the rein.
Thus in a thought each soldier had his horse, Born ready reined and saddled for the course.
