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Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson

The Eagle

HE clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

 
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Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson
 
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