In the clear and full moonlight.
Eliza Cook.
19. Gentleman.— A noble horse,
With flowing back, firm chest, and fetlocks clean,
The branching veins ridging the glossy lean,
The mane hung sleekly, the projecting eye
That to the stander near looks awfully,
The finish'd head in its compactness free,
Small, and o'er-arching to the bended knee,
The start and snatch, as if he felt the comb,