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Friday Poem: The Eagle


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.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Picture is of a Pallas’ Fish Eagle (Haliaeetus leucoryphus Pallas, 1771), a declining species native to Asia. Today marks the birthday in 1741 of Peter Simon Pallas, the German zoologist after whom the species is named.

For Grrlscientist


  1. #1 Richard Carter, FCD
    September 22, 2006

    We had to memorise The Eagle at school. I can still recite it verbatim 30 years later.

    THIRTY years! Oh good grief!

  2. #2 GrrlScientist
    September 23, 2006

    thanks John. i love that poem and you are very sweet to publish it for me.

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