The Eagle
Rating: ★3.4
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.
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.
Thursday, January 1, 2004
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Eleanor Angel
06 May 2020
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.
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Rowena East
24 September 2018
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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Guest_303112
24 February 2018
Why can't they be bothered to ACTUALLY say something themselves in the video rather than a robot voice?
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Kishor Kumar Mishra
20 October 2017
A short nice poem on eagle. Like a thunderbolt he falls - This describes the speedy movement of the eagle to catch the prey.
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* Sunprincess *
18 July 2016
............a wonderful poem of the eagle, one of my favorite birds ?
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