The Eagle {fragment}

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Title:     The Eagle {fragment}
Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson [More Titles by Tennyson]

He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; [1]
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

[Footnote 1: One of Tennyson's most magically descriptive lines; nothing could exceed the vividness of the words "wrinkled" and "crawls" here.]

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Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem: Eagle {fragment}

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