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. The Lord of Burleigh
2. The Cock
3. The Beggar Maid
4. To The Rev. F. D. Maurice
5. Hark! The Dogs Howl!

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