...favorite son ! 'Twa§ thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low : So the struck eagle stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart. And winged the shaft thet quivered in his heart. Keen were...

...clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nurs'd the pinion that impell'd the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank...

...clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd Whose gilded cymbals, more adorn'd than clear. The eye deli lie nursed the pinion which impcll'd the steel ; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest Drank...

...Byron's " English Birds and Scotch Reviewers," when speaking of Kirke White's melancholy death : " So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No...through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feathers on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs,...

...would have seen one of his eyes cleverly scooped out, a blow on the back of the head laid the poor eagle stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again." NOTE. — While these pages are passing through the press, I have received information from Sir Charles...

...whose earliest energies were inspired by her breath, and who learned by her teachings to be strong. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No...shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, hut keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel, While the same plumage that...

...wonnd that laid thee low : So the smirk eagle, stretehed npon the plain, No more throogh rolling elonds to soar again. Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the dart that qnivered to his heart." Kirke White's life and death were alike beantifnl : his poetry of...

...clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart That wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart: Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nurs'd the pinion which impell'd the steel; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nesr Drank the...

...clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart That wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart: Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel I He nurs'd the pinion which impell'd the steel; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest Drank...

...their own country. " So the struck Eagle, stretched upon the piain, No more through rolling elouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal...dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Kecn were his pangs, but kecner far to fecl Me nursed the pinion which impelled the stecl; While the...