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.

That's the only bit of Tennyson I know. Or rather the only line I could rememver - "Ring'd with the azure world, he stands" that I fleshed out using Google. The cross in the photos is in memory of Tennyson... and the sea is kind of azure, so it's nearly apt. Apart from Eagles being conspicuos by thier abscence from the photos.

Although, Big D does have an air of Don Henley about him.