HIPPODROMANIA ? 



Nose to nose ! lip to lip ! from the sound of 

 the whip 

 He strains to the utmost extended. 



How they swim through the air, as we roll to 

 the chair, 

 Stand, faces, and railings flit past ; 

 Now I spring . . . 



from my lair, with a snort 

 and a stare, 

 Rous'd by Fred with my supper at last. 



Part V 

 EX FUMO DARE LUCEM 



'twixt the cup and the lip 



PROLOGUE 

 Calm and clear ! the bright day is declining. 



The crystal expanse of the bay, 

 Like a shield of pure metal, lies shining 



'Twixt headlands of purple and grey, 

 While the little waves leap in the sunset, 



And strike with a miniature shock. 



In sportive and infantine onset. 



The base of the iron-stone rock. 



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