Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

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

I.
And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?
Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man.
And Willy's wife has written: she never was over-wise,
Never the wife for Willy: he would n't take my advice.

II.
For, Annie, you see, her father was not the man to save,
Had n't a head to manage, and drank himself into his grave.

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