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 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. 
 Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
 To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
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 Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
 To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
  See their own feathers pluck'd, to wing the dart,
   Which rank corruption destines for their heart! 
 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. 
 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. 
 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. 
 So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,
 No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
  Viewed read more 
 So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,
 No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
  Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart,
   And wing'd the shaft that quivered in his heart. 
 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. 
 The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour,
 Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.  
 The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour,
 Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.