...Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, 'Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix' - for one heard the quick wheeze...flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank. . . . 'How they'll greet us!' - and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as...