So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
Lord Byron
Wisdom
So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
Lord Byron
English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 826.
Recorded in John Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations, ninth edition, 1905 printing.