Myrhaf Posted June 8, 2007 Report Share Posted June 8, 2007 By Myrhaf from Myrhaf,cross-posted by MetaBlog This poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson is only six lines, but each line is superb. It is a little gem cut to perfection. The Eagle 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. View the full article Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
B. Royce Posted June 8, 2007 Report Share Posted June 8, 2007 By Myrhaf from Myrhaf,cross-posted by MetaBlog This poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson is only six lines, but each line is superb. It is a little gem cut to perfection. The Eagle 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. View the full article I 've always thought this was a great poem----except for the last word. It too strongly suggests a passive action, and not a determined aim, or attack, as I think Tennyson intended. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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