Wheresoever the carcass is, there will the eagles be gathered together.
The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour,
Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.
Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume,
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck'd, to wing the dart,
Which rank corruption destines for their heart!
| author = Moore
| work = Corruption.
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| text = <poem>Bird of the broad and sweeping wing,
Thy home is high in heaven,
Where wide the storms their banners fling,
And the tempest clouds are driven.
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, wing'd
From the spungy south to this part of the west,
There vanish'd in the sunbeams.
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
Leaving no track behind.
The eagle suffers little birds to sing,
And is not careful what they mean thereby.
Around, around, in ceaseless circles wheeling
With clangs of wings and scream, the Eagle sailed
Incessantly.
He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:
He watches from bis mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens?
If all the world were falcons, what of that?
The wonder of the eagle were the less,
But he not less the eagle.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Golden Year. L. 37.
| topic = Eagle
| page = 209
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| text = <poem>That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
Edmund Waller—To a Lady Singing a Song of his Composing. Ep. XIV.
EARS (See Hearing)
EASTER
Awake, thou wintry earth—
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
Christ is risen.
Thomas Blackburn—An Easter Hymn.
Tomb, thou shalt not hold Him longer;
Death is strong, but Life is stronger;
Stronger than the dark, the light;
Stronger than the wrong, the right;
Faith and Hope triumphant say
Christ will rise on Easter Day.
Phillips Brooks—An Easter Carol.
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| text = <poem>Ye Heavens, how sang they in your courts,
How sang the angelic choir that day,
When from his tomb the imprisoned God,
Like the strong sunrise, broke away?
Frederick William Faber—Jesus Risen.
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| text = Hail, Day of days! in peals of praise
Throughout all ages owned,
When Christ, our God, hell's empire trod,
And high o'er heaven was throned.
Come, ye saints, look here and wonder,
See the place where Jesus lay;
He has burst His bancls asunder;
He has borne our sins away;
Joyful tidings,
Yes, the Lord has risen to-day.
Thomas Kelly—Come, Ye Saints, Look Here
and Wonder.
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| text = 'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
| author = Longfellow
| work = Spanish Student. Act I. Sc. 3.
O chime of sweet Saint Charity,
Peal soon that Easter morn
When Christ for all shall risen be,
And in all hearts new-born!
That Pentecost when utterance clear
To all men shall be given,
When all shall say My Brother here,
And hear My Son in heaven!
| author = Lowell
| work = Codminster Chimes. St. 7.
In the bonds of Death He lay
Who for our offence was slain;
But the Lord is risen to-day,
Christ hath brought us life again,
Wherefore let us all rejoice,
Singing loud, with cheerful voice,
Hallelujah!
Martin Luther—In the Bonds of Death He
Lay.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
On the third morning He arose,
Bright with victory o'er his foes.
Sing we lauding,
And applauding,
Hallelujah!
