C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


Other birds fight in flocks, but the eagle fights his battles alone.

Author Unknown.

  • King of the peak and glacier,
  • King of the cold, white scalps,
  • He lifts his head at that close tread,
  • The eagle of the Alps.
  • Victor Hugo.

  • 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.
  • Percival.

  • Around, around, in ceaseless circles wheeling,
  • With clangs of wings and scream, the Eagle sailed
  • Incessantly.
  • Shelley.

  • 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.
  • Byron.

  • Tho’ he inherit
  • Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,
  • That the Theban eagle bear,
  • Sailing with supreme dominion
  • Thro’ the azure deep of air.
  • Gray.

  • 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.
  • E. Waller.

  • 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.
  • Tennyson.

  • 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 his mountain walls,
  • And like a thunderbolt he falls.
  • Tennyson.