Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон)

The Oak

Live thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold;

Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed
Soberer-hued
Gold again.

All his leaves
Fall'n at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough
Naked strength. 

1. In the Valley of Cauteretz
2. The Cock
3. The Sailor Boy
4. The Letters
5. Move Eastward, Happy Earth

Arthur Weir (Артур Вейр) The Oak ("Last of its race, beside our college")

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