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The Eagle By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Jul. 14th, 2022 05:05 amHe clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45322/the-eagle-56d224c9a41d1
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45322/the-eagle-56d224c9a41d1
