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. The Miller’s Daughter
2. St. Agnes’ Eve
3. Maud II
4. Will
5. The Daisy, Written at Edinburgh

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