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The Eagle
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands,
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls ,
And like a thunderbolt he falls. |
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