Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

121. Requiescat 1/1/2004
122. Ring Out , Wild Bells 4/8/2010
123. Sea Dreams 1/1/2004
124. Sir Galahad 1/1/2004
125. Sir Launcelot And Queen Guinevere 4/8/2010
126. Spring 1/1/2004
127. St. Agnes' Eve 1/1/2004
128. Summer Night 4/8/2010
129. Sweet And Low 1/1/2004
130. Tears, Idle Tears 1/1/2004
131. The Blackbird 7/2/2015
132. The Brook 1/1/2004
133. The Charge Of The Light Brigade 4/8/2010
134. The Coming Of Arthur 1/1/2004
135. The Death Of The Old Year 4/8/2010
136. The Defence Of Lucknow 4/8/2010
137. The Deserted House 1/1/2004
138. The Eagle 1/1/2004
139. The Flower 1/1/2004
140. The Garden 1/1/2004
141. The Grandmother 1/1/2004
142. The Higher Pantheism 1/1/2004
143. The Holy Grail 1/1/2004
144. The Kraken 4/8/2010
145. The Lady Of Shalott (1842) 1/1/2004
146. The Last Tournament 4/8/2010
147. The Letters 1/1/2004
148. The Lord Of Burleigh 1/1/2004
149. The Lotos-Eaters 1/1/2004
150. The Marriage Of Geraint 1/1/2004
151. The May Queen 7/25/2015
152. The Mermaid 4/8/2010
153. The Merman 11/12/2015
154. The Miller's Daughter 1/1/2004
155. The Oak 1/1/2004
156. The Owl 1/1/2004
157. The Palace Of Art 1/1/2004
158. The Passing Of Arthur 1/1/2004
159. The Princess (Part 1) 1/1/2004
160. The Princess (Part 2) 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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