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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.
In six lines, Tennyson paints a complete and vivid picture of a bird of prey.
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.
From a ’Fifties Classroom
For each word below, suggest words or phrases with a similar meaning.
Keep Our Language Noble
Gentlemen, let us keep our language noble: for we still have heroes to commemorate!
Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch On the Art of Writing (1916)
Issue 1 •
02 • Biography
Richard Cobden thought his employers were taking a big risk — on him.
03 • George Herbert
A road accident made parish priest George Herbert late for his musical evening, but he was not a bit sorry.
04 • Anecdotes
A Victorian commuter arrived home carrying more than his briefcase.