Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Eagle

Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands; br Close to the sun in lonely lands, br Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. br The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; br He watches from his mountain walls, br And like a thunderbolt he falls.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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