He sprang on Pegasus’ back; in brazen mail
Arrayed to play the play of swords he sped;
And riding on that steed did he assail
From the chill cloudland’s folds untenanted
The Amazon host, the maids that bear the quiver;
Fire-breath’d Chimaera slew and Solymi.
That steed in Zeus’s stalls abideth ever:—
His rider’s doom I pass in silence by.