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Harold Raitt
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Alfred‚ Lord Tennyson
Now sleeps the crimson petal
Crossing the Bar
“Frater Ave atque Vale”
Tithonus
‘Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white’
‘Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean’
‘The splendour falls on castle walls’
The Princess
The Lotos-Eaters
The Lady of Shalott
The Kraken
Orlando Gibbons
Go not, happy day
‘How thought you that this thing could captivate?’
Alfred Lord Tennyson: Selected Poems
The Eagle
‘Thy voice is on the rolling air’
‘Sad Hesper o’er the buried sun’
‘Doors, where my heart was used to beat’
‘Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet’
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