But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,

Half dust, half deity, alike unfit

To sink or soar.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Manfred. Act i. Sc. 2.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam,

True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): To a Skylark.

So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain,

No more through rolling clouds to soar again,

View'd his own feather on the fatal dart,

And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers. Line 826.