And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track ; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance ! And the thick heavy spume-flakes... Murby's Excelsior readers, ed. by F. Young - Σελίδα 37 επεξεργασία από - 1870 Πλήρης προβολή -
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