eyrie, aery, eyry.
Crossing a small court on his way to his aerie,
he saw the housekeeper making signs to him from the window of her room.
Up in his aerie,
like an eagle above the low affairs of the earth, he led a keener life, breathed the breath of a more genuine existence than the rest of the house.
A single pair for many years had their aerie
in the top of a huge dead sycamore tree, near the head of Burnt Ship Bay.