The Eagle

Washington Sea Eagle. John James Audubon. 1839.

 

The Eagle (a fragment)

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.

One thought on “The Eagle”

  1. Amazing painting! Love the proportions, the way the eagle is so close to the viewer! I can feel myself spying on the eagle on a rocky cliff by the Celtic sea!

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