 | Laurel - 1879 - 438 psl.
...upon thine own bright skies ! Lift thy glance — the fiery sun There his pride of place hath won, And the mountain lark is there, And sweet sound hath...Oh, it can be but to die ! Eagle, Eagle ! thou hast bow'd From thine empire o'er the cloud ! Thou that hadst ethereal birth, Thou hast stoop'd too near... | |
 | 1882 - 782 psl.
...rocks," "feathered king," "king of birds." Could anything support such an intolerable load of crowns ? Eagle, eagle, thou hast bowed From thine empire o'er the cloud; Thou that hast ethereal birth, Thou hast stooped too near the earth ; And the hunter's shafts have found thee,... | |
 | Gilbert (uncle, pseud) - 1884 - 848 psl.
...sun There his pride of place hath won ; And the mounting lark is there, And sweet sound hath filled the air. Hast thou left that realm on high ? — Oh, it can be but to die ! From " Chambers'! Miscellany." Sent by ARTHUR J. DYSON, aged 10, Halifax. A Great Telescope. THIS... | |
 | Phil Robinson - 1883 - 540 psl.
...if thou wouldst be, Govern thy tongue, but let thy thoughts be free." — Montgomery: B.rds. ( \ 14) Eagle, eagle, thou hast bowed From thine empire o'er the cloud ; Thou that hast ethereal birth, Thou hast stooped too near the earth ; And the hunter's shaft hath found thee,... | |
 | Gordon Stables - 1884 - 406 psl.
...him about an hour after. Allan, and Ralph. and Rory were all there. " Eagle, eagle," Rory was saying, "thou hast bowed From thine empire o'er the cloud ; Thou that hadst ethereal birth, Thou hast stooped too near the earth, And the hunter's shaft hath found thee ; And the toils of Death have bound... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1885 - 620 psl.
...Look upon thine own bright skies ! Lift thy glance ! the fiery sun There his pride of place hath won ! And the mountain lark is there, And sweet sound hath...that realm on high ? — Oh ! it can be but to die ! Sadness and Mirtn. . Eagle, Eagle ! thou hast bow'd From thine empire o'er the cloud ! Thou, that... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrop - 1887 - 886 psl.
...thus thy drooping head ? Thou, that hold'st the blast in scorn, Thou, that wear'st the wings of morn ! Eagle ! Eagle ! thou hast bowed From thine empire...cloud ! Thou that hadst ethereal birth, Thou hast stoop d too near the earth, And the hunter's shaft hath found thee, And the toils of death hath bound... | |
 | William Henry Poole - 1889 - 704 psl.
...sun There his pride of place has won, And the mountain lark is there, And sweet sounds hath filled the air. Hast thou left that realm on high ? Oh, it...cloud ! Thou that hadst ethereal birth, Thou hast stooped too near the earth ; And the hunter's shaft hath found thee, And the toils of death hath bound... | |
 | 272 psl.
...bright skies ! Lift thy glance! — the fiery sun There his pride of place hath won, And the mounting lark is there, And sweet sound hath fill'd the air. Hast thou left that realm on high ? — 0 it can be but to die ! Eagle, Eagle ! thou hast bow'd From thine empire o'er ihe cloud ! Thou... | |
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Lay'st thou thus thy drooping head ? Thou, that hold'st the blast in scorn, Thou, that wear'st the wings of morn ! Eagle ! wilt thou not arise ? Look upon thine own bright skies ! Lift thy glance ! the fiery sun There his pride of place has won, THE EAGLE. 
