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an air of dignity there is in his head and neck ! — > 
But the rhinoceros and elephant are clumfy and 
unwieldy j 
Virgil’s defeription has been thus tranilated ; — 
The fiery courfer, when he hears from far 
The fprightly trumpets, and the fhouts of war. 
Pricks up his ears, and, trembling with delight, 
Shifts pace, and paws, and hopes the promis’d fight. 
On his right fhoulder his thick mane reclin’d. 
Ruffles at fpeed, and dances in the wind. 
1 1 is horny hoofs are jetty black, and round ; 
His chin is double ; — fiarting with a bound v 
He turns the turf, and lhakes the folid ground. J 
Fire from his eyes, clouds from his noftrils flow ; 
He bears his rider headlong on the foe ; 
And in his noftrils rolls collefted fire. — 
Lucan exprefles the circumflance of fhouting with great Ipirit : 
So M'hen the ring with joyful fliouts rebounds, 
With rage and pride th’ imprifon’d courfer bounds : 
He frets, he foams, he rends his idle rein, 
Springs o’er the fence, and headlong fecks the plain. 
Pope, in his Windfor Foreft, has feized the true fublimity of the 
ancients, thus : 
Th’ impatient courfer pants in every vein, 
And, pawing, feems to beat the diftant plain ; 
Hills, vales, and floods, appear already croft. 
And, ere he ftarts, a thoufand fteps are loft. 
However familiar thefe extrafls may be to fome readers,' it is to 
be hoped that they will admit them as better than any vain at- 
tempt 
