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Alfred Lord Tennyson (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)
Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson
| 161. | The Princess: A Medley: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal | 1/1/2004 |
| 162. | The Princess: A Medley: O Swallow | 1/1/2004 |
| 163. | The Princess: A Medley: Our Enemies have Fall'n | 1/1/2004 |
| 164. | The Princess: A Medley: Tears, Idle Tears | 1/1/2004 |
| 165. | The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice is Heard | 1/1/2004 |
| 166. | The Progress of Spring | 1/1/2004 |
| 167. | The Revenge - A Ballad of the Fleet | 1/1/2004 |
| 168. | The Ringlet | 1/1/2004 |
| 169. | The Skipping-Rope | 4/8/2010 |
| 170. | The Splendor Falls | 4/8/2010 |
| 171. | The Talking Oak | 1/1/2004 |
| 172. | The War | 4/8/2010 |
| 173. | Tithonus | 1/1/2004 |
| 174. | To E. Fitzgerald: Tiresias | 1/1/2004 |
| 175. | To Edward Lear: on His Travels in Greece | 4/8/2010 |
| 176. | To J. S. | 1/1/2004 |
| 177. | To The Queen | 1/1/2004 |
| 178. | To Virgil | 1/1/2004 |
| 179. | Ulysses | 1/1/2004 |
| 180. | You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill at Ease | 1/1/2004 |
Merlin And Vivien
A storm was coming, but the winds were still,
And in the wild woods of Broceliande,
Before an oak, so hollow, huge and old
It looked a tower of ivied masonwork,
At Merlin's feet the wily Vivien lay.
For he that always bare in bitter grudge
The slights of Arthur and his Table, Mark
The Cornish King, had heard a wandering voice,
