eaglet

Alas! in the morning the eaglet was gone; and, full of sorrow, they stooped to pick up the shining fleece with which the floor was spread. At their touch, every feather became a go…

He [Christopher North] speaks in his "Second Canticle" of "the imps," "the eaglets," "the young ones," "the bursting of the shells," as though it were the commoner occurrence for t…