When anger rushes, unrestrain'd to action,Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way:The man of thought strikes deepest, and strikes safest.
GEORGE WASHINGTON, with his right arm upraised, sits his iron horse at the lower corner of Union Square * * * Should the General raise his left hand as he has raised his right, it would point to a quarter of the city that forms a haven for the oppressed and suppressed of foreign lands. In the cause of national or personal freedom they have found refuge here, and the patriot who made it for them sits his steed, overlooking their district, while he listens through his left ear to vaudeville that caricatures the posterity of his protégés.
Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.Rochdale
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.Because your lover threw wild hands toward the skyAnd the affrighted steed ran on alone,Do not weep.War is kind.Stephen Crane
He could not be captured,He could not be bought,His running was rhythm,His standing was thought;With one eye on sorrowAnd one eye on mirth,He galloped in heavenAnd gambolled on earth.And only the poetWith wings to his brainCan mount him and ride himWithout any rein,The stallion of heaven,The steed of the skies,The horse of the singerWho sings as he flies.Eleanor Farjeon
Yet spirit immortal, the tomb can not bind thee,But like thine own eagle that soars to the sunThou springest from bondage and leavest behind theeA name which before thee no mortal hath won.Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle,No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o’er the plain:Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle,No sound can awake thee to glory again.lyman heath
While the grass grows the steed starves. (Strauss, 1994 p. 1228)
We call him a hero who maintains himself, single-handed, against superior numbers. We call him a master-horseman who sits a fiery and vicious steed, guiding him at will. And in like manner, we call him a moral hero who conquers the enemies within his own breast and we admire and revere the soul which can ride its own passions and force them into obedience to the dictates of reason.felix adler
This is the place. Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best.walter scott
From the beginning of the year to the end, day and night, morning and evening, in action and repose, in speech and in silence, the warrior must keep death constantly before him and have ever in mind that the one death [which he has to give] should not be suffered in vain. In other words [he must have perfect control over his own death] just as if he were holding an intemperate steed in rein. Only he who truly keeps death in mind this way can understand what is meant by [Yamaga Soko's maxim of] "preparedness."yoshida shoin
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.william shakespeare
He could not be captured, He could not be bought, His running was rhythm, His standing was thought ; With one eye on sorrow And one eye on mirth, He galloped in heaven And gambolled on earth . And only the poet With wings to his brain Can mount him and ride him Without any rein, The stallion of heaven, The steed of the skies , The horse of the singer Who sings as he flies .
Gamaun is a dainty steed, Strong, black, and of a noble breed, Full of fire, and full of bone, With all his line of fathers known; Fine his nose, his nostrils thin, But blown abroad by the pride within; His mane is like a river flowing, And his eyes like embers glowing In the darkness of the night, And his pace as swift as light.
steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs, Piercing the night's dull ear.william shakespeare
If doughty deeds my lady please, Right soon I'll mount my steed, And strong his arm and fast his seat, That bears me from the meed. Then tell me how to woo thee, love, Oh, tell me how to woo thee For thy dear sake, nae care I'll take Though ne'er another trow me.
We call him a hero who maintains himself, single-handed, against superior numbers. We call him a master-horseman who sits a fiery and vicious steed, guiding him at will. And in like manner, we call him a moral hero who conquers the enemies within his own breast and we admire and revere the soul which can ride its own passions and force them into obedience to the dictates of reason.
Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.lord byron
The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other’s watch. Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other’s umber'd face: steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night’s dull ear; and from the tents, The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
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