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hill, like a fteed } in his ftrength, who finds hi»
companions in the breeze ; and tofles his bright
mane in the wind. — Blefl be the foul of Clefsam-
mor, why fo long from Selma ?
Returns the chief, faid Clefsammor, in the
midft of his fame ? Such was the renown of Com-
hal in the battles of his youth. Often did we
pafs over Carun to the land of the ftrangers :
our fuords returned, not unftained with blood :
nor did the kings of the world rejoice. — Why do
I remember the battles of my youth ? My hair
X Haft thou given the horfe ftrength ? Haft thou
cloathed his neck with thunder ? He paweth in the val-
ley, and rejoiceth in his ftrength. Job.
Ae^/xox aTTo^^Yi^atq, &.C- HoM. IL 6.
The wanton courfer thus with reins unbound,
Breaks from his ftall, and beats the trembling ground j
His head, now freed, he tofies to the Ikies ;
His mane difhcverd o'er his flioulders flies ;
He fnuffs the females in the diftant plain
And fprings, exulting. Pope.
^lalis ubi ahruptis fugit pr<efepia 'vinclis
Tandem liber equus, campoq^us potitus aperta.^
— llle in pnjius armentaque tendit equarum :
arreBifque fremit cer^icibus alte
Luxuriant^ hiduntque luh<e per coUa^per armos. ViRG.
Freed from his keepers, thus with broken reins,
The wanton courfer prances o'er the plains :
Or in the pride of youth oerleaps the mounds.
And fnuffs the females in forbidden grounds.
O'er his ihoulders flows his waving mane:
He neighs, be fhorts, he bears his head on high.
Dryden.