No, no, he gallops past.
I pull’d the bridle, but in vain,
The horse refused my will to heed;
Each motion of the useless rein
But madden’d him to wilder speed.
I tried my voice; but nonsense, pooh!
Onwards the brute contemptuous flew:
At times I thought he must have stopp’d,
When ’gainst an omnibus he whopp’d;
But vain my hopes! the sudden blow