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The Eagle
(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

The Eagle

Poem By Alfred Lord Tennyson

He 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.

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It was so nice to find and to read this poem today. It was the first poem I memorized and recited in the second grade. Now, Fifty years later, it is so rich...clasps the crag with crooked hands... Tennyson's timeless beauty. Thank you for sharing this.
Is anyone reading this in school?
Very nice poem
I enjoy. this poem. It is a very good poem
I remembered this favourite poem as I drove the high road home and looked down at the wrinkled sea which really did appear to be crawling. So few words needed to create a magical moment.
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