Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

1. Ulysses 1/1/2004
2. All Things Will Die 1/1/2004
3. The Brook 1/1/2004
4. Charge Of The Light Brigade 1/1/2004
5. A Farewell 1/1/2004
6. Crossing The Bar 1/1/2004
7. Break, Break, Break 4/8/2010
8. ‘and Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?’ 1/1/2004
9. The Eagle 1/1/2004
10. Ask Me No More 1/1/2004
11. Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead 1/1/2004
12. Come Not When I Am Dead 1/1/2004
13. The Lady Of Shalott (1842) 1/1/2004
14. After-Thought 1/1/2004
15. The Flower 1/1/2004
16. The Lady Of Shalott (1832) 1/1/2004
17. Cradle Song 1/1/2004
18. Come Into The Garde, Maud 1/1/2004
19. Beautiful City 1/1/2004
20. Blow, Bugle, Blow 1/1/2004
21. O Beauty, Passing Beauty! 1/1/2004
22. Tears, Idle Tears 1/1/2004
23. The Kraken 4/8/2010
24. Demeter And Persephone 1/1/2004
25. Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal 1/1/2004
26. The Lotos-Eaters 1/1/2004
27. By An Evolutionist 1/1/2004
28. Boadicea 1/1/2004
29. Tithonus 1/1/2004
30. Morte D'Arthur 1/1/2004
31. Come Down, O Maid 1/1/2004
32. O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be! 1/1/2004
33. ŒNone 1/1/2004
34. Balin And Balan 1/1/2004
35. Spring 1/1/2004
36. Claribel: A Melody 1/1/2004
37. Locksley Hall 1/1/2004
38. The Owl 1/1/2004
39. The War 4/8/2010
40. Lancelot And Elaine 1/1/2004
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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After-Thought

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
As being past away. -Vain sympathies!
For backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,
I see what was, and is, and will abide;
Still glides the Stream, and shall not cease to glide;
The Form remains, the Function never dies;
While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise,
We Men, who in our morn of youth defied
The elements, must vanish; -be it so!

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