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The Eagle

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.

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  • This is a short poem, yet the imagery is very vivid, leaving a lasting impression on the mind.

    Katie


  • April 8
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    GREAT

    From guest Natasha (contact)
    Why did he write this perticular poem? I mean itss great!!!


    • I-Like-Rhymes Moderators member
      April 10
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      For Guest Natasha
      Tennyson was a great observer of things and events. he probably was out walking and saw an Eagle in flight and was impressed (who wouldn't be) and this provided his inspiration.
      Would that such sights would inspire me to such fine verse!
      Jim


  • November 27, 2007
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    wonderful!

    From guest eeshal naeem (contact)
    such a wonderful sight i can imagine


  • November 27, 2007
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    best poem i have ever read

    From guest eeshal naeem (contact)
    the alliteration of the poem is exellent i love this poem the grand imagery,the alliteration makes me visualize the beautiful sight


  • February 21, 2007
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    From guest melicka ostad (contact)
    I think the poem is there to show us how the rise and fall. once we look at the eagle from above which feels like he is poor ,little creature and once we see him flying high and it seems nobody can reach him he is strong and he is the king of azure sky.


  • November 27, 2006
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    From guest jon (contact)
    aw^^ that was really powerful...

  • sanmdr
    August 1, 2006
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    vivid words... awesome imagery ... evokes impactful emotions...


  • February 5, 2004
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    BEST POEM EVER

    This is my favorite poem ever. I love the wording. It makes me think of wild beauty in nature long before men ever came, or maybe in the times of the Indians/Native Americans, but it makes me think of an eagle staring at something, with the sunset in the background.......a very beautiful sight, and then, "and like a thunderbolt he falls", its just a great way to put it......anyways.this is the best ever....
    Chelvissock...


  • November 8, 2003
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    don't you think it would be useful if put the analysis of the poem with it ?

  • Smilingspider
    August 7, 2003
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    Oh you do but not that much of it, this should be placed in its entirety, to fully understand this poem. It was written in the 1840s and is seen by some to not just be a poem on the splendour of nature but also on the political scenarios of the day.

    PS.
    'And, like a thunderbolt, he falls'

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