Alfred Lord Tennyson

(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

1. Epitaph on General Gordon 10/20/2015
2. The Merman 11/12/2015
3. The Blackbird 7/2/2015
4. The May Queen 7/25/2015
5. I Send You Here A Sort Of Allegory 9/18/2015
6. Hark! The Dogs Howl! 3/19/2015
7. The Sailor Boy 1/10/2015
8. Lullaby 1/6/2015
9. The Tears Of Heaven 3/16/2015
10. Love and Sorrow 5/4/2015
11. The Two Voices 2/9/2015
12. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By Night We Linger'D On The Lawn 1/1/2004
13. Northern Farmer: New Style 1/1/2004
14. Œnone 4/8/2010
15. Recollection Of The Arabian Nights 1/1/2004
16. Hands All Round 4/8/2010
17. The Princess (Part 7) 1/1/2004
18. In The Garden At Swainston 4/8/2010
19. The Last Tournament 4/8/2010
20. Lxxxiii: Spring 4/8/2010
21. O True And Tried 4/8/2010
22. Gigantic Daughter Of The West, 4/8/2010
23. In Memoriam A. H. H. 116 4/8/2010
24. In Memoriam A. H. H.: Preface 4/8/2010
25. Idylls Of The King: The Last Tournament (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
26. Obiit Mdcccxxxiii (Entire) 4/8/2010
27. Milton (Alcaics) 1/1/2004
28. The Talking Oak 1/1/2004
29. Beauty 11/27/2014
30. Pelleas And Ettarre 1/1/2004
31. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 50. Be Near Me When My Light Is Low 2/16/2015
32. The Defence Of Lucknow 4/8/2010
33. In Memoriam A. H. H. 7 4/8/2010
34. Lilian 1/1/2004
35. Far-Far-Away 4/8/2010
36. The Princess (Prologue) 1/1/2004
37. The Death Of The Old Year 4/8/2010
38. Minnie And Winnie 1/1/2004
39. The Princess: A Medley: Our Enemies Have Fall'N 1/1/2004
40. To Edward Lear: On His Travels In Greece 4/8/2010
Best Poem of Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ulysses

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known,-- cities of men ...

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Merlin And Vivien

A storm was coming, but the winds were still,
And in the wild woods of Broceliande,
Before an oak, so hollow, huge and old
It looked a tower of ivied masonwork,
At Merlin's feet the wily Vivien lay.

For he that always bare in bitter grudge
The slights of Arthur and his Table, Mark
The Cornish King, had heard a wandering voice,

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