The Eagle


THE 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. 
By  Lord Alfred,Tennyson


Whoops, I seem to have left the yellows for my Eagle @ work so I won't be completing it fully this weekend as I though I would be able to. No worries. I have finished all the black (except the final outlining of the beak) and do have the red to finish up the wings.

 Fun In The Mail!

My dd loves pandas. She really wanted to do a cross stitch of them for herself & I came across this cute one on ebay. It is a kit (a well put together one I will add ~ as it not only came with all its colours presorted; it came with the aida cut and the dmc #'s for the colours on the chart as well!)  Its actually a very large piece because it is stitched on 11ct. And while each panda is on its own separate piece of cloth (the kit came with 3 cut pieces instead of one big strip of material) they all measure 100 x 100 stitches. She has begun work on the one on the far right. The one that looks like it's doing chin-ups & informed me that this one reminds her of a specific friend of her's who likes to do pull up on the door frame at school . The one on the far left is more like her best friend ~ kinda lazy, swatting at things if they get to close and the one in the middle she's identified as more like her. Cute, a little silly and wanting to play while munching on food. LMAO!
 

The Eagle

  by Lord Alfred Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked 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.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19731#sthash.jUTekoUK.dpuf

The Eagle

  by Lord Alfred Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked 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.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19731#sthash.jUTekoUK.dpuf

The Eagle

  by Lord Alfred Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked 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.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19731#sthash.jUTekoUK.dpuf

The Eagle

  by Lord Alfred Tennyson
He clasps the crag with crooked 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.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19731#sthash.jUTekoUK.dpuf

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