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And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
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.
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.
So, in the Libyan fable it is told
That once an eagle, stricken with a dart,
Said, read more
So, in the Libyan fable it is told
That once an eagle, stricken with a dart,
Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft,
"With our own feathers, not by others' hand
Are we now smitten."
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:
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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.
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.
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.