<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115222" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines on an incident observed from the deck of a steamboat on the Mississippi river</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the dark primeval forests<br> Rise against the western sky<br> And "the Father of the Waters"<br> In his strength goes rushing by:<br> <br> There an eagle, flying earthward<br> From his eyrie far above,<br> With a serpent of the forest<br> In a fierce encounter strove.<br> <br> Now he gains and now he loses,<br> Now he frees his ruffled wings;<br> And now high in air he rises;<br> But the serpent round him clings.<br> <br> In that death embrace entwining,<br> Now they sink and now they rise;<br> But the serpent wins the battle<br> With the monarch of the skies.<br> <br> Yet his wings still struggle upward,<br> Though that crushing weight they bear;<br> But more feebly those broad pinions<br> Strike the waves of upper air.<br> <br> Down to earth he sinks a captive<br> In that writhing, living chain;<br> Never o'er the blue horizon<br> Will his proud form sweep again.<br> <br> Never more in lightning flashes<br> Will his eye of terror gleam<br> Round the high and rocky eyrie,<br> Where his lonely eaglets scream.<br> <br> Oh majestic, royal eagle,<br> Soaring sunward from thy birth,<br> Thou hast lost the realm of heaven<br> For one moment on the earth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115222" data-title="Lines on an incident observed from the deck of a steamboat on the Mississippi river de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description="Where the dark primeval forests/ Rise against the western sky/ And "the Father of the Waters"/ In his strength goes rushing by:/ / There an eagle, flying earthward/ From his eyrie far above,/ With a serpent of the forest/ In a fierce encounter..."></div> </div> </div>

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