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At Grass
But he
kept right on
painting
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Horse Poem
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Ode to a Horse
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And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent
back
For my voice, and the other prick’d out on his track;
And one eye’s black intelligence,—ever that glance
O’er its white edge at me, his own master, askance!
And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and
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His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.
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