THE LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 



Wolf and Hound page 200 



Then the mouth of the cavern faced me fair, 

 As I turned and fronted the rocks. 



How we Beat the Favourite . . . .216 



She rose when The Clown did — our silks as we bounded 

 Brush'd lightly, our stirrups clash'd loud as we lit. 



The Rhyme of Joyous Guard . . . .248 



With her through the Lyonesse I rode, 



Till the woods with the noontide fervour glow'd, 



And there for a space we halted, 

 Where the intertwining branches made 

 Cool carpets of olive tinted shade, 

 And the floors with fretwork of flame inlaid 



From leafy lattices vaulted. 



The Romance of Britomarte .... 264 



But she clear'd by inches the oaken boards, 

 And she carried me yards beyond the dyke. 



