Poem by Alfred 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. 

1. In the Valley of Cauteretz
2. The Cock
3. Move Eastward, Happy Earth
4. O True and Tried
5. Flower in the Crannied Wall

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