Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон)

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Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower-but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, all in all,
I should know what God and man is. 

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

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