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Vainly the fowler's eye Thy figure floats along.
— Flight
Vainly the fowler's eye Thy figure floats along.
Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,Along the waves dost thou fly?
Ours is the commencement of a flying age, and I am happy to have popped into existence at a period so interesting.
Lest I make the people fly off from that city like a wild dove from its tree, lest I make them fly around like a bird over its well-founded nest.
All flight is based upon producing air pressure, all flight energy consists in overcoming air pressure.
Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.
Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I.
For some years I have been afflicted with the belief that flight is possible to man.
