Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

41. Mariana In The South 1/1/2004
42. Minnie And Winnie 1/1/2004
43. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 99. Risest Thou Thus, Dim Dawn, Again 1/1/2004
44. The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice Is Heard 1/1/2004
45. The Talking Oak 1/1/2004
46. The Death Of The Old Year 4/8/2010
47. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 83. Dip Down Upon The Northern Shore 1/1/2004
48. The Skipping-Rope 4/8/2010
49. The Princess: A Medley: Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal 1/1/2004
50. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 39. Old Warder Of These Buried Bones 1/1/2004
51. The Defence Of Lucknow 4/8/2010
52. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 96. You Say, But With No Touch Of Sco 1/1/2004
53. The Letters 1/1/2004
54. The Princess: A Medley: Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead 1/1/2004
55. To J. S. 1/1/2004
56. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 6. One Writes, That Other Friends Rem 1/1/2004
57. Of Old Sat Freedom On The Heights 1/1/2004
58. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 15. To-Night The Winds Begin To Rise 1/1/2004
59. The Princess: A Medley: Ask Me No More 1/1/2004
60. Idylls Of The King: Song From The Marriage Of Geraint 1/1/2004
61. The Princess (Part 5) 1/1/2004
62. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 118. Contemplate All This Work Of Tim 1/1/2004
63. The Princess: A Medley: O Swallow 1/1/2004
64. Geraint And Enid 1/1/2004
65. Far-Far-Away 4/8/2010
66. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 44. How Fares It With The Happy Dead? 1/1/2004
67. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 72. Risest Thou Thus, Dim Dawn, Again 1/1/2004
68. The Princess (Part 2) 1/1/2004
69. The Lord Of Burleigh 1/1/2004
70. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 82. I Wage Not Any Feud With Death 1/1/2004
71. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 121. Sad Hesper O'Er The Buried Sun 1/1/2004
72. The Princess: A Medley: As Thro' The Land 1/1/2004
73. Hendecasyllabics 1/1/2004
74. The Marriage Of Geraint 1/1/2004
75. How Thought You That This Thing Could Captivate? 1/1/2004
76. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 67. When On My Bed The Moonlight Fall 1/1/2004
77. The Princess: A Medley: Tears, Idle Tears 1/1/2004
78. In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit Mdcccxxxiii: 3. O Sorrow, Cruel 1/1/2004
79. Late, Late, So Late 1/1/2004
80. Sir Launcelot And Queen Guinevere 4/8/2010

Comments about Alfred Lord Tennyson

  • Namrata Nath (8/26/2012 3:29:00 AM)

    alfred lord tennyson is a great poet. I just read The brook. It's so mesmerising the way he uses the words and sounds and everything. Please check out the poem guys. It's totally out of the world! ! !

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  • Kevin Straw Kevin Straw (6/4/2012 1:33:00 PM)

    “crookéd hands” (2 syllables) is wrong.
    “The man clasped his stick with crookéd hands.” implies hands out of shape.
    But an eagle’s “feet” are flexible to curve and have long curved claws at the end. Tennyson presumably had not seen an eagle’s feet.
    I would not say that an eagle on a mountain is “close to the sun”.
    I am not sure about “from his mountain walls” – the eagle is watching from a crag – what is the point of “walls”? “his mountain wall” would be a better metaphor denoting the perpendicularity of the crag which allows the eagle to fall “like a thunderbolt”. But the rhyme would be lost.
    Can anyone tell me if this method of hunting is used by eagles? Do they not hunt by flying and then stooping on their prey?
    The poet is trying to anthropomorphise the eagle but he does not help the poem by doing so.
    Calling the eagle “he” and giving it “hands” etc. deprives it of its savage nature reminding one of Wind in the Willows!
    But the overall rhetorical power of the poem cannot be denied.

  • Nelson P (10/28/2011 12:38:00 PM)

    Hey folks, my band Wrong Side of Dawn wrote a song based on the words to 'Crossing the Bar' by Alfred Lord Tennyson. You can watch the Youtube video at http: //youtu.be/FjY-0p_jE1k or download the song at http: //music.wrongsideofdawn.com/track/crossing-the-bar :) Hope you enjoy it!

  • Meshack Lebane (7/5/2011 6:19:00 AM)

    Very intersting I wish this simple words were taught at school our poets this days are
    Adicted to bid words which is distort the meaning at times! ! !

  • Chris Hoare (5/22/2005 11:33:00 AM)

    there seem to be some missing words. Would the web manager please check and correct?

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 ...

Read the full of Ulysses

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,

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