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“The Eagle” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson [w/ Audio]

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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.

“The Splendour Falls” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson [w/ Audio]

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The splendour falls on castle walls
          And snowy summits in old story:
     The long light shakes across the lakes,
          And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
 Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
 Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,
          And thinner, clearer, farther going!
     O sweet and far from cliff and scar
          The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
 Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:
 Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O love, they die in yon rich sky,
          They faint on hill or field or river:
     Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
           And grow for ever and for ever.
 Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
 And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying,