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. O, Were I Loved As I Desire to Be!
3. The Talking Oak
4. In the Garden at Swainston
5. Requiescat

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