Alfred Tennyson: The Eagle / Orao

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.

Steže hrid krivim rukama svojim,
u osami sa suncem se spoji,
okružen modrim svijetom, on stoji.

Pod njim gmiže more puno bora;
motri sa zidina svojih gora
i ko munja padne odozgora.