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The bird Phœnix! Dost thou not know it?
The bird of Paradise, song’s sacred swan! It
sat on the car of Thespis, like a croaking raven,
and flapped its black, dregs-besmeared wings;
over Iceland’s minstrel-harp glided the swan’s
red, sounding bill. It sat on Shakspeare’s
shoulder like Odin’s raven, and whispered in
his ear: "Immortality!" It flew at the
minstrel competition, through Wartzburg’s knightly
halls.
The bird Phœnix! Dost thou not know it?
It sang the Marseillaise for thee, and thou
didst kiss the plume that fell from its wing: it
came in the lustre of Paradise, and thou
perhaps didst turn thyself away to some poor
sparrow that sat with merest tinsel on its wings.
The bird of Paradise! regenerated every
century, bred in flames, dead in flames; thy
image set in gold hangs in the saloons of the
rich, even though thou fliest often astray and
alone. "The bird Phœnix in Arabia" - is
but a legend.
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