Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

121. Sea Dreams 1/1/2004
122. Sir Galahad 1/1/2004
123. Sir Launcelot And Queen Guinevere 4/8/2010
124. Spring 1/1/2004
125. St. Agnes' Eve 1/1/2004
126. Summer Night 4/8/2010
127. Sweet And Low 1/1/2004
128. Tears, Idle Tears 1/1/2004
129. The Brook 1/1/2004
130. The Charge Of The Light Brigade 4/8/2010
131. The Coming Of Arthur 1/1/2004
132. The Death Of The Old Year 4/8/2010
133. The Defence Of Lucknow 4/8/2010
134. The Deserted House 1/1/2004
135. The Eagle 1/1/2004
136. The Flower 1/1/2004
137. The Garden 1/1/2004
138. The Grandmother 1/1/2004
139. The Higher Pantheism 1/1/2004
140. The Holy Grail 1/1/2004
141. The Kraken 4/8/2010
142. The Lady Of Shalott (1832) 1/1/2004
143. The Lady Of Shalott (1842) 1/1/2004
144. The Last Tournament 4/8/2010
145. The Letters 1/1/2004
146. The Lord Of Burleigh 1/1/2004
147. The Lotos-Eaters 1/1/2004
148. The Marriage Of Geraint 1/1/2004
149. The Mermaid 4/8/2010
150. The Miller's Daughter 1/1/2004
151. The Oak 1/1/2004
152. The Owl 1/1/2004
153. The Palace Of Art 1/1/2004
154. The Passing Of Arthur 1/1/2004
155. The Princess (Part 1) 1/1/2004
156. The Princess (Part 2) 1/1/2004
157. The Princess (Part 3) 1/1/2004
158. The Princess (Part 4) 1/1/2004
159. The Princess (Part 5) 1/1/2004
160. The Princess (Part 6) 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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Love and Sorrow

O maiden, fresher than the first green leaf
With which the fearful springtide flecks the lea,
Weep not, Almeida, that I said to thee
That thou hast half my heart, for bitter grief
Doth hold the other half in sovranty.
Thou art my heart's sun in love's crystalline:
Yet on both sides at once thou canst not shine:
Thine is the bright side of my heart, and thine
My heart's day, but the shadow of my heart,

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