 | J. D. McClatchy - History - 2005 - 240 pages
...flying before the wind, And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire, Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire. But lo! he is nearing his heart's desire;...black charger was gray; By the flash of his eye, and the red nostril's play, He seemed to the whole great army to say, "I have brought you Sheridan all... | |
 | Robert Haven Schauffler - Literary Criticism - 2006 - 361 pages
...away. Under his spurning feet the road Like a narrowy Alpine river flowed, And the landscape flowed away behind, Like an ocean flying before the wind;...black charger was gray ; By the flash of his eye, and the red nostril's play, He seemed to the whole great army to say, " I have brought you Sheridan all... | |
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He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray, With Sheridan only five miles away. The first that the General saw were the groups Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops. What was done? what to do? a glance told him both, Then striking his spurs,... 
