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Alfred,Lord Tennyson : The Eagle

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He clasps the crag with crookèd 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.

Alfred,Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)	1851

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