Caballine likes me to
Caballine likes me to be masterful. She calls me her stallion. Eoin Colfer
Stallions
Just then, down through
Just then, down through the last glimmer of twilight, stepping high and free, like a cloud, a moth, a ghost in the shape of a horse — came the Silver Stallion. Wild, beautiful, and free as the wind he came, from one kingdom to another, Thowra Elyne Mitchell
Legends of the Silver
Legends of the Silver Stallion had been told for years now, whenever mountain stockmen met round the campfires or on the winding hill tracks. Songs were sung about him to the cattle and both songs and tales had become even stranger since his supposed death when he vanished through the wind and the night over … Read more
Buffalo Bill\’s defunct who
Buffalo Bill’s defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death e. e. cummings
There’s no shame in
There’s no shame in fear. But understand this – the coward is ruled by fear, while the hero rides it like a wild stallion. David Gemmell
There’s a lathered sorrel
There’s a lathered sorrel stallion running through the Joshua trees and a young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze. He’s got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knees and he’s dealing in a game that he can’t win. Charlie Daniels
Don’t you give me
Don’t you give me that postmodern bullshit. There is truth, There is a truth. And what you want, or you feel, or you need, isn’t going to change the truth. Any more than it’s going to topple a skyscraper. There’s truth, and there’s belief. Don’t call a mule a stallion. Carol Plum-Ucci
Nothing, not even the
Nothing, not even the best and noblest, can go on as it now is. Nothing, not even what is lowest and most bestial, will not be raised again if it submits to death. It is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body. Flesh and blood cannot come to the Mountains [heaven]. Not … Read more
Out of the east
Out of the east on an Irish stallion came bounty hunter Dan His heart quickened and burdened by the need to get his man He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river, pulled his gun and got the drop He said, Pete, you think you’ve changed, but you have not. Bruce Springsteen
From the desert I
From the desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. Bayard Taylor