The Eagle

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

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. 

 

 

•  My  personal  point  of  view  about  this  poem  is, that  life  offers  you  lots  of  opportunities  to  enhance  everyday .Many   times  of  our  life  we  are  on  top  of  everything  and  we  look  down  the  people  who  are   underneath, but  with  bad  eyes,  that  make  us  believe  that  we  are  more  than   those   people  who  are  the  same  like  us.

 

 

 

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