...therefore probably Eastern. Byron refers to it in his English Bards and Scotch Reviewers : So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling...dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. He got the idea from Waller, To a lady singing a song of his composing. Cf. La Fontaine, ii. 6. LXXVI.—...

...and purloins the Psalins. Line sse. Oh, Amos Cottle ! Phiebus ! what a name ! Line 399. So the strnck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling...fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.1 Line 826. 1 See Waller, pages 219-220. Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And...

...the superior merits of the American golf balls. Mr. Carnegie laughingly made the Byronic quotation: " Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel." It is a favorite simile of the poets, Moore and Waller also using it as ^Eschylus did long before either...

...So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to sour again, Vicw'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. BYRON : English Banls an<! Scotch Kfvieiren, line 826. Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume To...

...Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte. Many are poets who have never penn'd. . . . — The Prophecy Of Dante. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impe'l'd the steel. . . . — English Bards And Scotch Reviewers. Yes — one — the first — the...

...Translation). So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to sour again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the ahaft that quivcr'd in his heart. BYRON : English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, line S2& Like a young...

...venerable jurist in thus decreeing his compulsory exile from the bench — Vlew'd his own feather in the fatal dart And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart The Supreme Court of the United States is the most solemn tribunal known to man, and the preternatural...

...clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far...feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel; White the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life drop of his bleeding breast. Selection...

...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. So let the hills of doubt divide. So bridge with faith the sunless tide! WHTTTIER...

...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. So let the hills of doubt divide, So bridge with faith the sunless tide ! WHITTIER...