Of dashing axles, and short-blowing steeds,
They panted on each other’s necks, and threw
On each contiguous yoke the milky foam.
“But to the pillar as he nearer drew,
Orestes, reining-in the nearmost steed,
While in a larger scope, with loosen’d reins,
And lash’d up to their speed, the others flew,
Turn’d swift around the goal his grazing wheel.
“As yet erect, upon their whirling orbs
Roll’d every chariot, till the hard-mouth’d steeds