Lvrees
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I need a nice snippet from a poem or quote to go on the front page of my dissertation, its going to be alongside a picture of me and Boston jumping!
Any ideas??
Any ideas??
Help - Horse poem/quote
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Dotilas
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Can you post the pic?
Dotilas
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She sings as the moon sings:
"I am I, am I;
The greater grows my lift
The further that I fly."
All creation shivers
With that sweet cry.
[William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "VI. He and She."]
"I am I, am I;
The greater grows my lift
The further that I fly."
All creation shivers
With that sweet cry.
[William Butler Yeats (1865-1939), Irish poet, playwright. "VI. He and She."]
rowan
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There is some nice quotes on this site maybe something you could use http://www.hoofbeats-in-heaven.com/quotes/
Dotilas
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Lines 263 to 312 from Venus and Adonis; Shakespear.
One of my favourite poems
Pick some lines
The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tree,
Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he.
Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
And now his woven girths he breaks asunder;
The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds,
Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder;
The iron bit he crusheth 'tween his teeth,
Controlling what he was controlled with.
His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging mane
Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end;
His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
As from a furnace, vapours doth he send:
His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire,
Shows his hot courage and his high desire.
Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps,
With gentle majesty and modest pride;
Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps,
As who should say 'Lo, thus my strength is tried,
And this I do to captivate the eye
Of the fair breeder that is standing by.'
What recketh he his rider's angry stir,
His flattering 'Holla,' or his 'Stand, I say'?
What cares he now for curb or pricking spur?
For rich caparisons or trapping gay?
He sees his love, and nothing else he sees,
For nothing else with his proud sight agrees.
Look, when a painter would surpass the life,
In limning out a well-proportion'd steed,
His art with nature's workmanship at strife,
As if the dead the living should exceed;
So did this horse excel a common one
In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eye, small head and nostril wide,
High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing
strong,
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide:
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack,
Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Sometime he scuds far off and there he stares;
Anon he starts at stirring of a feather;
To bid the wind a base he now prepares,
And whether he run or fly they know not whether;
For through his mane and tail the high wind sings,
Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather'd wings.
He looks upon his love and neighs unto her;
She answers him as if she knew his mind:
Being proud, as females are, to see him woo her,
She puts on outward strangeness, seems unkind,
Spurns at his love and scorns the heat he feels,
Beating his kind embracements with her heels.
One of my favourite poems
The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tree,
Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he.
Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds,
And now his woven girths he breaks asunder;
The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds,
Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder;
The iron bit he crusheth 'tween his teeth,
Controlling what he was controlled with.
His ears up-prick'd; his braided hanging mane
Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end;
His nostrils drink the air, and forth again,
As from a furnace, vapours doth he send:
His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire,
Shows his hot courage and his high desire.
Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps,
With gentle majesty and modest pride;
Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps,
As who should say 'Lo, thus my strength is tried,
And this I do to captivate the eye
Of the fair breeder that is standing by.'
What recketh he his rider's angry stir,
His flattering 'Holla,' or his 'Stand, I say'?
What cares he now for curb or pricking spur?
For rich caparisons or trapping gay?
He sees his love, and nothing else he sees,
For nothing else with his proud sight agrees.
Look, when a painter would surpass the life,
In limning out a well-proportion'd steed,
His art with nature's workmanship at strife,
As if the dead the living should exceed;
So did this horse excel a common one
In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,
Broad breast, full eye, small head and nostril wide,
High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing
strong,
Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide:
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack,
Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Sometime he scuds far off and there he stares;
Anon he starts at stirring of a feather;
To bid the wind a base he now prepares,
And whether he run or fly they know not whether;
For through his mane and tail the high wind sings,
Fanning the hairs, who wave like feather'd wings.
He looks upon his love and neighs unto her;
She answers him as if she knew his mind:
Being proud, as females are, to see him woo her,
She puts on outward strangeness, seems unkind,
Spurns at his love and scorns the heat he feels,
Beating his kind embracements with her heels.
mollymurphy
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There are millions on here...well, 661, but it's still a lot! I used to love reading through them - there are some really really nice ones: http://www.horses.co.uk/horses/quotes.html
Hope that helps.
Lou. x
Hope that helps.
Lou. x
teapot
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How about this:
Where in this world can man find
nobility without pride,
friendship without envy,
or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is laced with muscle
and strength by gentleness confined.
He serves without servility:
He has fought without enmity:
There is nothing so powerful,
nothing less violent;
there is nothing so quick;
nothing more patient.
England's past has been borne on his back,
All our history is his industry;
We are his heirs,
he our inheritance.
Ladies and Gentlemen
THE HORSE
It's by Robert Duncan
Where in this world can man find
nobility without pride,
friendship without envy,
or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is laced with muscle
and strength by gentleness confined.
He serves without servility:
He has fought without enmity:
There is nothing so powerful,
nothing less violent;
there is nothing so quick;
nothing more patient.
England's past has been borne on his back,
All our history is his industry;
We are his heirs,
he our inheritance.
Ladies and Gentlemen
THE HORSE
It's by Robert Duncan
chriscrogul
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Be to his faults a little blind and to his virtues ever kind...
muffinino
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"The wind of heaven is that which blows between the ears of a horse" which I believe is from the Ko-ran (sp)
"When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk.
He trots the air, the earth sings when he touches it."
which is from Shakespeare's Henry V (I think it's that one!)
I have a great book called 'The Poetry of Horses' that has so many poems and quotes in it but unfortunately I don't have it with me in work! Will have to read it when I get home now!
"When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk.
He trots the air, the earth sings when he touches it."
which is from Shakespeare's Henry V (I think it's that one!)
I have a great book called 'The Poetry of Horses' that has so many poems and quotes in it but unfortunately I don't have it with me in work! Will have to read it when I get home now!