• With flowing tail and flying mane,
    Wide nostrils never stretched by pain,
    Mouth bloodless to 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, “Mazeppa”