 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 winged the shaft that quivered in his heart; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which...  Lord Byron's Works - Page 43by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821Full view - About this book
 | Washington University (Saint Louis, Mo.) - Language and languages - 1921 - 492 pages
...be who say, in these enlighten 'd days, That splendid lies are all the poet's praise; That strain 'd Invention, ever on the wing, Alone impels the modern Bard to sing. — (11. 849-52). Such irony it is which now transforms the poem for those who read it. Byron himself... | |
 | John Anderson Richardson - Confederate States of America - 1914 - 616 pages
...Keen was his pang, but keener far to feel, • He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel, While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop from his bleeding breast." The naval officers who resigned gave up their means of livelihood, sacrificed... | |
 | Henry Kirke White - Poets, English - 1825 - 456 pages
...: Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel, While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast." At length, however, the door to theUniversity appeared to be re-opened ; Mr. Dashwocd obtained for... | |
 | Albert Brecknock - Poets, English - 1926 - 344 pages
...; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast." Byron has been compared, often foolishly, with almost every poet. Before he was twenty, his mother... | |
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