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Alfred Tennyson (Альфред Теннисон)


The Flower


Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.

To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.

Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.

Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
"Splendid is the flower!"

Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.

And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed. 



Alfred Tennyson's other poems:
  1. The Lord of Burleigh
  2. The Cock
  3. Нищая и корольThe Beggar Maid
  4. To The Rev. F. D. Maurice
  5. Recollection of the Arabian Nights


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • George Herbert (Джордж Герберт (Херберт)) The Flower ("How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean")

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