The poetical works of John Nicholson ... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird |
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The foam from his mouth as the feathers he throws,
Or white as the flakes, when it silently snows;
He is fit for the mountain, the valley, or scars,
And he champs his bright bits when he goes to the wars;
As good as the steed was the rider he bore,
And his equal in Craven shall never be more.
Or white as the flakes, when it silently snows;
He is fit for the mountain, the valley, or scars,
And he champs his bright bits when he goes to the wars;
As good as the steed was the rider he bore,
And his equal in Craven shall never be more.
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