Turnus and the Wanton Courser

Exulting in his Strength, he seems to dare
His absent Rival, and to promise War,
Freed from his Keepers, thus with broken Reins,
The wanton Courser prances o're the Plains:
Or in the Pride of Youth o'releaps the Mounds;
And snuffs the Females in forbidden Grounds.
Or seeks his wat'ring in the well known Flood,
To quench his Thirst, and cool his fiery Blood:
He swims luxuriant, in the liquid Plain,
And o're his Shoulder flows his waving Mane:
He neighs, he snorts, he bears his Head on high;
Before his ample Chest the frothy Waters fly.
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