
(Martin Ridley – Golden 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 – 1809-1892)


by my opinion this is the most beautiful poem. beacuse it discribe the eagle and gave him a power of being human and make him powerful and strong than every creacure in the world.
reading this poem makes me to feel like eagle
to feel being free and powerful to fly , to be on
the top of the wold ,to be higher than other people
and in one sentece to feel proud
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I am glad you also enjoyed this poem Nemat. The words give us such a good clear description of the Eagle. The poem also reminds me of one of my favourite Bible passages from the book of Isaiah in the Old Testament:
28 Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
(Isaiah 40 verses 28-31 – New International Version)