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The other steed, of equal pace, Well shaped to conquer in the race; Of slender limb, firm-knit, and strong,
His small, light head he lifts on high, Impetuous as he scours along;
Red lightning glances from his eye; Flung on his curving neck and chest Toss his crisped manes like warrior's crest Of the wild chafer's dark-brown hues, The color that his flanks imbues. The charioteer, of aspect fair,
In front high-seated rides; He holds the polished reins with care,
And safe and swiftly guides, With pliant will and practiced hand, Obedient to his lord's command. That splendid chief, whose visage glows As brilliant as the crimson rose. Around his brows, in twisted fold, A purple satin band is rolled, All sparkling bright with gems and gold : And such his majesty and grace As speak him born of royal race; Worthy, by deeds of high renown, To win and wear a monarch's crown.
The following is McPherson's description of Cuchullin's car: " The car, the car of war comes on, like the flame of death ! the rapid car of Cuchullin, the noble son of Semo! It bends behind like a wave near a rock, like the sun-streaked mist of the heath. Its sides are embossed with stones, and sparkle like the sea round the boat of night. Of polished yew is its beam ; its seat of the smoothest bone. The sides are replenished with spears; the bottom is the footstool of heroes."—Fingal, Book I. |
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