At objects in an airy height;
The little pleasure of the game
Is from afar to view the flight.
Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,
That the Theban eagle bear,
Sailing with supreme dominion
Thro' the azure deep of air.
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z
featuring 2 fonts
That once an eagle, stricken with a dart,
Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft,
"With our own feathers, not by others' hands,
Are we now smitten."
HEX: #456297
RGB: 69 98 151
RGB: 69 98 151
HEX: #9FBAEE
RGB: 159 186 238
RGB: 159 186 238
HEX: #D61515
RGB: 214 21 21
RGB: 214 21 21
HEX: #6390E4
RGB: 99 144 228
RGB: 99 144 228
HEX: #FAF2E1
RGB: 250 242 225
RGB: 250 242 225
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart
Which rank corruption destines for their heart.
