"With
flowing tail and flying mane, Wide nostrils, never stretched by
pain, Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein, And feet that iron never
shod, And flanks unscar'd by spur or rod, A thousand horses -- the
wild -- the free -- Like waves that follow o'er the sea, Came
thickly thundering on." ~Lord Byron (1788-1824) from "Marzeppa"