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 King of the peak and glacier,
 King of the cold, white scalps,
  He lifts his head at read more 
 King of the peak and glacier,
 King of the cold, white scalps,
  He lifts his head at that close tread,
   The eagle of the Alps. 
 My free drift
 Halts not particularly, but moves itself
  In a wide sea of wax; no levelled read more 
 My free drift
 Halts not particularly, but moves itself
  In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice
   Infects one comma in the course I hold,
    But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
     Leaving no tract behind. 
 Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens?
 If all the world were falcons, what of that?
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 Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens?
 If all the world were falcons, what of that?
  The wonder of the eagle were the less,
   But he not less the eagle. 
 Tho' he inherit
 Not the pride, nor ample pinion,
  That the Theban eagle bear,
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 Tho' he inherit
 Not the pride, nor ample pinion,
  That the Theban eagle bear,
   Sailing with supreme dominion
    Thro' the azure deep of air. 
 The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
 And is not careful what they mean thereby.  
 The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
 And is not careful what they mean thereby. 
 That eagle's fate and mine are one,
 Which, on the shaft that made him die,
  Espied a read more 
 That eagle's fate and mine are one,
 Which, on the shaft that made him die,
  Espied a feather of his own,
   Wherewith he wont to soar so high. 
 Last night the very gods showed me a vision--
 I fast and prayed for their intelligence--thus:
  I read more 
 Last night the very gods showed me a vision--
 I fast and prayed for their intelligence--thus:
  I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, winged
   From the spongy south to this part of the west,
    There vanished in the sunbeams; which portends,
     Unless my sins abuse my divination,
      Success to th' Roman host. 
 He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
 Close to the sun in lonely lands,
  Ring'd with the read more 
 He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
 Close to the sun in lonely lands,
  Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
   The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:
    He watches from his mountain walls,
     And like a thunderbolt he falls. 
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.