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My son has not inherited my love of poetry… I hope he will come to it one day and love it as I do… meanwhile, here is his favourite poem by Tennyson:
The Eagle
HE clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed 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 beautiful villages and moors around Haworth that inspired the literary work of the Brontë sisters. Photography by Andrew Fowler.
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Love this,I think it was one of the poems in “The Narrative Art in Verse” which we studied for “O” Level Eng Lit in 1964!
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