Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 – 1892)
“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.”
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “The Eagle, A Fragment”
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