And turn him out, a top of the highway.”
This Steed,—who now, it seems, was grazing,—
In the French wars had often borne the Knight;—
His symmetry beyond the power of praising,
And prouder than Bucephalus, in fight!
Once, how he paw’d the ground, and snuff’d the gale!
Uncropp’d his ears, undock’d his flowing tail;
No blemish was within him, nor without him;
Perfect he was in every part;—
No barbarous Farrier, with infernal art,