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When, like the high-soaring Icarus, we beat our way up towards the heavens, the Almighty singes our wings a little, that we may fly somewhat lower

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When, like the high-soaring Icarus, we beat our way up towards the heavens, the Almighty singes our wings a little, that we may fly somewhat lower

When, like the high-soaring Icarus, we beat our way up towards the heavens, the Almighty singes our wings a little, that we may fly somewhat lower. Icarus, the son of Daedalus, who knew not by what means to bring his son out of the labyrinth (that is, out of such a garden from which, if anyone entered, he could never come out again), fitted him with wings and bade him fly neither very high nor very low; but Icarus, seeing himself at the extreme height of the air, wished to fly up beneath the sun, by which his wings were burnt, and he fell into the sea.

From the first original Russian novel, «The Inconstant Fortune, or the Adventures of Miramond» by Fyodor Alexandrovich Emin, 1763.

Illustration: a specimen of the highest mastery of engraving. The Fall of Icarus, Hendrik Goltzius, 1558-1617, after Cornelis Cornelisz. van Haarlem. National Gallery of Art, Washington

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