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Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

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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.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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