Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems
- The Brook I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a ...
- All Things Will Die All Things will Die Clearly the blue ...
- Charge Of The Light Brigade HALF a league, half a league, ...
- Crossing The Bar Sunset and evening star, And one clear ...
- Ulysses It little profits that an idle king, By this still ...
- A Farewell Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy ...
- The Eagle He clasps the crag with crooked hands; ...
Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson, FRS was Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom during much of Queen Victoria's reign and remains one of the most popular poets in the English language.
Tennyson excelled at penning short lyrics, such as "In the Valley of Cauteretz", "Break, Break, Break", "The Charge of the Light Brigade", "Tears, Idle Tears" and "Crossing the Bar". Much of his verse was based on classical mythological themes, such as Ulysses, although In Memoriam A.H.H. was written to commemorate his best friend Arthur Hallam, a fellow poet and fellow student at Trinity College, Cambridge, who was engaged to Tennyson's sister, but... more »
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''“Tis better to have loved and lostAlfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam
Than never to have loved at all.” ''
''“HopeAlfred Lord Tennyson
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering it will be happier...”''
“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,Alfred Lord Tennyson
Tears from the depths of some devine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields, <...
“Though much is taken, much abides; and thoughAlfred Lord Tennyson, Idylls of the King and a Selection of Poems
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,...
''“Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.” ''Alfred Lord Tennyson
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and...