horse

polyarchivist June 4, 2006

Sir Philip Sidney – Sonnet XLI: Having This Day My Horse   Having this day my horse, my hand, my lance Guided so well that I obtain’d the prize, Both by the judgment of the English eyes And of some sent from that sweet enemy France; Horsemen my skill in horsemanship advance, Town folks my […]

polyarchivist April 19, 2006

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen […]