The Eagle June 7, 2018poem, Poetry, Wild lifeDesert, Eagle, nature, poem, poetry, tennysonThe Cheesesellers Wife 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. By Alfred, Lord Tennyson Share this:FacebookTwitterRedditPocketWhatsAppEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
Just started reading some of Lord Tennyson poems … thanks for this, love the background image. Cheers Jamie LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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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