And little eagles wave their wings in gold.

For wheresoever the carcase is, there will the eagles be gathered together.

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.

Last night the very gods showed me a vision I fast and prayed for their intelligence thus: I saw Jove's bird, the Roman eagle, winged From the spongy south to this part of the w ...

My free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth ...

So, in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft, "With our own feathers, not by others' hand Are we now s ...

The bird of Jove, stoop'd from his aery tour, Two birds of gayest plume before him drove.

The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby, Knowing that with the shadow of his wings He can at pleasure stint their melody: Even so mayes ...

The eagle suffers little birds to sing, And is not careful what they mean thereby.

Tho' he inherit Not the pride, nor ample pinion, That the Theban eagle bear, Sailing with supreme dominion Thro' the azure deep of air.