 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 216 pages
...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! Ihou hast bow'd From thine empire o'er the cloud! Thou that hadst elherial birth, Thou hast stoop'd... | |
 | 1829 - 466 pages
...sun There his pride of place bath won, And the mounting lark is there, And sweet sound hath filled the air. Hast thou left that realm on high? — Oh,...the cloud! Thou that hadst ethereal birth, Thou hast stooped too near the earth, And the hunter's shaft hath found tbee, And the toils of Death have bound... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1831 - 510 pages
...sun There his pride of place hath won ! And the mountain lark is there, And sweet sound hath filled the air; Hast thou left that realm on high? Oh! it can be but to die! rjagle, Eagle! thou hast bowed From thine empire o'er the cloud ! Thon that hadst ethereal birth, Thou... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans, Reginald Heber - 1833 - 526 pages
...«on There his pride of place huh won1 And the mountain lark is there, And sweet sound hath filled the air; Hast thou left that realm on high? Oh! it...the cloud! Thou that hadst ethereal birth, Thou hast stooped too near the euth, And the hunters shaft hith found the«, And the toils of death have bound... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1834 - 512 pages
...sun There his pride of place hath won ! And the mountain lark is there, And sweet sound hath filled the air ; Hast thou left that realm on high? Oh ! it can be but to die ! Eagle, Eagle! thon hast bowed From thine empire o'er the cload! Thou that hadst ethereal birth, Thou hast stooped... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1836 - 472 pages
...sun There his pride of place hath won ! And the mountain lark is there, And sweet sound hath filled the air ; Hast thou left that realm on high? Oh !...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... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - 1836 - 226 pages
...mounting lark is there, And sweet sound hath filled the air, Hast thou left that realm on high 1 — Oh, it can be but to die ! Eagle, Eagle ! thou hast...bowed From thine empire o'er the cloud ! Thou that hatlst ethereal birth, Thou hast stooped too near the earth, And the hunter's shaft hath found thee,... | |
 | Gething - 1838 - 426 pages
...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....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... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 pages
...sun There his pride of place hath won ! And the mountain lark is there, And sweet sound hath filled the air ; Hast thou left that realm on high ? Oh !...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... | |
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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. 
