| The Eagle: A Fragment | |
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| Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1851) | |
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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. 
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