57 THE EAGLE
By Alfred Tennyson
He clasps the crag with hooked 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．
57 THE EAGLE
300 Classic poems：经典诗歌300首（英文原版)
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