We are prepared: we build our houses squat, Sink walls in rock and roof them with good slate. The wizened earth had never troubled us With hay, so as you can see, there are no stacks Or stooks that can be lost. Nor are there trees Which might prove compa

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The Eagle by Alfred Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked handsClose to
the sun in lonely lands,Ringed with the azure
world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him
crawlsHe watches from his mountain walls,And
like a thunderbolt he falls.