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ANNUS MIRABILIS:
107.
Then, as an Eagle, (who, with pious care,
Was beating widely on the wing for prey,)
To her now silent Eiry does repair,
And finds her callow Infants forc'd away.

108.
Stung with her Love, she stoops upon the Plain,
The broken Air loud whistling as she flies:
She stops, and listens, and shoots forth again,
And guides her Pinions by her Young ones cries.

109.
With such kind passion hasts the Prince to fight,
And spreads his flying Canvass to the sound:
Him, whom no danger, where he there, could fright,
Now, absent, every little noise can wound.

110.
As, in a drought, the thirsty Creatures cry,
And gape upon the gather'd Clouds for Rain;
And first the Martlet meets it in the Sky,
And, with wet wings, joys all the feather'd Train.

111. With