Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems
|62.||Tears, Idle Tears||1/1/2004|
|63.||Sweet And Low||1/1/2004|
|65.||St. Agnes' Eve||1/1/2004|
|67.||Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere||4/8/2010|
|70.||Ring Out , Wild Bells||4/8/2010|
|72.||Recollection of the Arabian Nights||1/1/2004|
|74.||Pelleas And Ettarre||1/1/2004|
|75.||Of Old Sat Freedom on the Heights||1/1/2004|
|77.||Ode to Memory||4/8/2010|
|78.||OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII (Entire)||4/8/2010|
|79.||O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be!||1/1/2004|
|80.||O true and tried||4/8/2010|
And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?
Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man.
And Willy's wife has written: she never was over-wise,
Never the wife for Willy: he would n't take my advice.
For, Annie, you see, her father was not the man to save,
Had n't a head to manage, and drank himself into his grave.