English poem
The Eagle
by John C. Saul
He clasps the crag with hookèd 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.
--ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON.
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Men must reap the things they sow, Force from force must ever flow.