Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

81. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 96. You Say, But With No Touch Of Sco 1/1/2004
82. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 99. Risest Thou Thus, Dim Dawn, Again 1/1/2004
83. In Memoriam A. H. H.: Is It, Then, Regret For Buried Time 1/1/2004
84. In Memoriam A. H. H.: Preface 4/8/2010
85. In Memoriam A. H. H.: The Prelude 1/1/2004
86. In The Garden At Swainston 4/8/2010
87. In The Valley Of Cauteretz 1/1/2004
88. Lady Clare 1/1/2004
89. Lancelot And Elaine 1/1/2004
90. Late, Late, So Late 1/1/2004
91. Lilian 1/1/2004
92. Locksley Hall 1/1/2004
93. Love and Sorrow 5/4/2015
94. Lucretius 1/1/2004
95. Lullaby 1/6/2015
96. Lxxxiii: Spring 4/8/2010
97. Mariana 1/1/2004
98. Mariana In The South 1/1/2004
99. Marriage Morning 4/8/2010
100. Maud: A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt) 1/1/2004
101. Merlin And Vivien 1/1/2004
102. Milton (Alcaics) 1/1/2004
103. Minnie And Winnie 1/1/2004
104. Morte D'Arthur 1/1/2004
105. Move Eastward, Happy Earth 1/1/2004
106. Northern Farmer: New Style 1/1/2004
107. Northern Farmer: Old Style 1/1/2004
108. Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal 1/1/2004
109. O Beauty, Passing Beauty! 1/1/2004
110. O True And Tried 4/8/2010
111. O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be! 1/1/2004
112. Obiit Mdcccxxxiii (Entire) 4/8/2010
113. Ode To Memory 4/8/2010
114. Œnone 4/8/2010
115. Of Old Sat Freedom On The Heights 1/1/2004
116. Pelleas And Ettarre 1/1/2004
117. Politics 4/8/2010
118. Recollection Of The Arabian Nights 1/1/2004
119. Requiescat 1/1/2004
120. Ring Out , Wild Bells 4/8/2010
Best Poem of Alfred Lord Tennyson


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 ...

Read the full of Ulysses


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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