Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.


That eagle’s fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espy’d a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
Waller.—To a Lady singing.

Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom.
Tom Moore.—Corruption, Vol. III. Page 25.

So the struck eagle,….
View’d his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wing’d the shaft that quivered in his heart;
Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel
He nurs’d the pinion which impelled the steel.
Byron.—English Bards, etc. (On Kirke White.)