But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn,And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
Nimbly they seized and secreted their prey, Alive and wriggling in the elastic net, Which Nature hung beneath their grasping beaks; Till, swoln with captures, the unwieldy burden Clogg'd their slow flight, as heavily to land, These mighty hunters of the deep return'd. There on the cragged cliffs they perch'd at ease, Gorging their hapless victims one by one; Then full and weary, side by side, they slept, Till evening roused them to the chase again.james montgomery
Open, ye heavens, your living doors; let in The great Creator from his work return'd Magnificent, his six days' work, a world!john milton
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