So the struck eagle, stretchd upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
Viewd his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wingd the shaft that quiverd in his heart. – Lord (George Gordon) Byron
So the struck eagle, stretchd upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
Viewd his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wingd the shaft that quiverd in his heart. – Lord (George Gordon) Byron