The Eagle (Tennyson)
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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.
(Tennyson 80)
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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