...soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pimon which impelled the steel; While the same plumage that had warm'd hv nest. Drank the last life-drop...

...himself, as pourtrayed by one of our poets, will be fresh in the recollection of most of our readers : " Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel : AVhile the same plumage which had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast."...

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...Asiatic side, Vlew'd hli own feather on the fatal dart, And wlng'd the shaft that qulver'd In his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which Impell'd the steel: While the same plumage that had warm'd hli nest Drank the last life-drop of hU...

...fruit. 'Twas thine own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid thee low: Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impell'd the steel ; While the same plumage that had warm'd his nest, Drank the last life-drop of his...

...feather on the winged dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart : Keen were his feelings, keener far to feel | He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel, I While the same plumage that had warmed his nest I Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast....

...soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart: Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel, He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel, While the same plumage that had warmed his nest, Drank the last life-drop of bis bleeding breast!"...

...soar again, Viow'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the piniou which impell'd the steel, While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank tho last life-drop...

...turn — "Twas his own genius pave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid him low; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impell'd the iteeL" He soon recovered himself, however, and suggested, that as we were agreed upon...

...turn — " 'Twas his own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid him low; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which ¡mpell'd the steel.' He soon recovered himself, however, and suggested, that as we were agreed upon...