Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

There is a sound of thunder afar,
Storm in the south that darkens the day,
Storm of battle and thunder of war,
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MY good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.
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Life and Thought have gone away
Side by side,
Leaving door and windows wide.
Careless tenants they!
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Excerpt from "Maud"

She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
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It is the miller's daughter,
And she is grown so dear, so dear,
That I would be the jewel
That trembles in her ear:
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Birds' love and birds' song
Flying here and there,
Birds' songand birds' love
And you with gold for hair!
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Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,
Elaine, the lily maid of Astolat,
High in her chamber up a tower to the east
Guarded the sacred shield of Lancelot;
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Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,
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1. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear
in the pine overhead?
2. No; but the voice of the deep as it hollows
the cliffs of the land.
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Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat
There in the holy house at Almesbury
Weeping, none with her save a little maid,
A novice: one low light betwixt them burned
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