A thousand on the plain; and close by each Sat fifty in the blaze of burning fire; And champing golden grain, the horses stood Hard by their chariots, waiting for the dawn.[2]
Iliad VIII. 542-561.
[1] Or, ridge.
[2] Or more literally--
And eating hoary grain and pulse the steeds Stood by their cars, waiting the throned morn.
End of Project Gutenberg's Etext of Enoch Arden &c., by Alfred Tennyson