<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510934" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Centaurs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up came the young Centaur-colts from the plains they were<br>fathered in--<br>Curious, awkward, afraid.<br>Burrs on their hocks and their tails, they were branded and gathered in<br>Mobs and run up to the yard to be made.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Starting and shying at straws, with sidlings and plungings,<br>Buckings and whirlings and bolts;<br>Greener than grass, but full-ripe for their bridling and lungings,<br>Up to the yards and to Chiron they bustled the colts...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First the light web and the cavesson; then the linked keys<br>To jingle and turn on the tongue. Then, with cocked ears,<br>The hours of watching and envy, while comrades at ease<br>Passaged and backed, making naught of these terrible gears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next, over-pride and its price at the low-seeming fence<br>Too oft and too easily taken -- the world-beheld fall!<br>And none in the yard except Chiron to doubt the immense,<br>Irretrievable shame of it all!...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last, the trained squadron, full-charge -- the sound of a going<br>Through dust and spun clods, and strong kicks, pelted in as<br>they went,<br>And repaid at top-speed; till the order to halt without slowing<br>Showed every colt on his haunches--and Chiron content!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510934" data-title="The Centaurs de Rudyard Kipling" data-description="Up came the young Centaur-colts from the plains they were fathered in-- Curious, awkward, afraid. Burrs on their hocks and their tails, they were branded and gathered in Mobs and run up to the yard to be made. Starting and shying at straws, with ..."></div> </div> </div>

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