Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

1. The May Queen 7/25/2015
2. I Send You Here A Sort Of Allegory 9/18/2015
3. Epitaph on General Gordon 10/20/2015
4. The Merman 11/12/2015
5. The Blackbird 7/2/2015
6. Hark! The Dogs Howl! 3/19/2015
7. The Sailor Boy 1/10/2015
8. Lullaby 1/6/2015
9. The Tears Of Heaven 3/16/2015
10. Love and Sorrow 5/4/2015
11. The Two Voices 2/9/2015
12. Northern Farmer: New Style 1/1/2004
13. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By Night We Linger'D On The Lawn 1/1/2004
14. Œnone 4/8/2010
15. In Memoriam A. H. H.: Preface 4/8/2010
16. Obiit Mdcccxxxiii (Entire) 4/8/2010
17. Hands All Round 4/8/2010
18. Gigantic Daughter Of The West, 4/8/2010
19. In The Garden At Swainston 4/8/2010
20. Milton (Alcaics) 1/1/2004
21. Recollection Of The Arabian Nights 1/1/2004
22. Idylls Of The King: The Last Tournament (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
23. The Last Tournament 4/8/2010
24. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 50. Be Near Me When My Light Is Low 2/16/2015
25. The Princess: A Medley: Our Enemies Have Fall'N 1/1/2004
26. In Memoriam A. H. H. 116 4/8/2010
27. The Princess (Part 7) 1/1/2004
28. Lxxxiii: Spring 4/8/2010
29. O True And Tried 4/8/2010
30. Far-Far-Away 4/8/2010
31. The Princess (Prologue) 1/1/2004
32. Pelleas And Ettarre 1/1/2004
33. To Edward Lear: On His Travels In Greece 4/8/2010
34. The Progress Of Spring 1/1/2004
35. Northern Farmer: Old Style 1/1/2004
36. Lilian 1/1/2004
37. The Princess: A Medley: Come Down, O Maid 1/1/2004
38. The Princess (Part 6) 1/1/2004
39. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 99. Risest Thou Thus, Dim Dawn, Again 1/1/2004
40. The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice Is Heard 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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Cradle Song

What does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day?
Let me fly, says little birdie,
Mother, let me fly away.
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till thy little wings are stronger.
So she rests a little longer,
Then she flies away.

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