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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When I fell in love with the word ‘azure’
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When I learnt the word ‘azure’ ! (I went to a very poor primary school)
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Thank you David for the re-blog.
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Just started reading some of Lord Tennyson poems … thanks for this, love the background image. Cheers Jamie
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You’re welcome Jamie!
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