The Eagle Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Eagle
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.
I love this poem. It is so hard to find good poems with a rhyming scheme such as this.
wow: wow.)) i love this poem so much that i cud say-i love the arrangement, the aaa-bbb rhyme and the admiration and description of the eagle.the theme of the poem is quiet ''admiration' the write use his stylistics to describe the aura of an eagle.thumbs up for lord tennyson'
I learnt this as a child and can recite it today, at almost 82, exactly as it should be read!
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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Bird's eye view is indeed sharp to plunge sharp to catch a prey accurately! Nicely depicted!