David Eagle

David Eagle

david Eagle

A nervous, melancholic Eagle bound by his suit. He dreams of something more. Although a grumpy git, he can occasionally be charming, relying on his wit and love of wine to cope with being caught in a trap.

 
Sweet Was The Walk

By William Wordsworth

 
 

Sweet was the walk along the narrow lane
At noon, the bank and hedge-rows all the way
Shagged with wild pale green tufts of fragrant hay,
Caught by the hawthorns from the loaded wain,
Which Age with many a slow stoop strove to gain;
And childhood, seeming still most busy, took

His little rake; with cunning side-long look,
Sauntering to pluck the strawberries wild, unseen.
Now, too, on melancholy's idle dreams
Musing, the lone spot with my soul agrees,
Quiet and dark; for through the thick wove trees
Scarce peeps the curious star till solemn gleams
The clouded moon, and calls me forth to stray
Thro' tall, green, silent woods and ruins gray.

 

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