Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

41. The Princess: A Medley: Come Down, O Maid 1/1/2004
42. The Princess (Part 6) 1/1/2004
43. The Princess (Part 3) 1/1/2004
44. Mariana In The South 1/1/2004
45. Minnie And Winnie 1/1/2004
46. The Princess (Prologue) 1/1/2004
47. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 99. Risest Thou Thus, Dim Dawn, Again 1/1/2004
48. The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice Is Heard 1/1/2004
49. The Defence Of Lucknow 4/8/2010
50. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 83. Dip Down Upon The Northern Shore 1/1/2004
51. The Skipping-Rope 4/8/2010
52. The Princess: A Medley: Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal 1/1/2004
53. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 39. Old Warder Of These Buried Bones 1/1/2004
54. The Letters 1/1/2004
55. The Princess: A Medley: Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead 1/1/2004
56. To J. S. 1/1/2004
57. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 6. One Writes, That Other Friends Rem 1/1/2004
58. Of Old Sat Freedom On The Heights 1/1/2004
59. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 15. To-Night The Winds Begin To Rise 1/1/2004
60. The Princess: A Medley: Ask Me No More 1/1/2004
61. Idylls Of The King: Song From The Marriage Of Geraint 1/1/2004
62. The Princess (Part 5) 1/1/2004
63. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 118. Contemplate All This Work Of Tim 1/1/2004
64. The Princess: A Medley: O Swallow 1/1/2004
65. Cxv: Spring 4/8/2010
66. Geraint And Enid 1/1/2004
67. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 44. How Fares It With The Happy Dead? 1/1/2004
68. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 72. Risest Thou Thus, Dim Dawn, Again 1/1/2004
69. The Princess (Part 2) 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. The Palace Of Art 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.: 96. You Say, But With No Touch Of Sco 1/1/2004
77. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 67. When On My Bed The Moonlight Fall 1/1/2004
78. Lucretius 1/1/2004
79. In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit Mdcccxxxiii: 3. O Sorrow, Cruel 1/1/2004
80. Late, Late, So Late 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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The Garden

Excerpt from "Maud"

She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead,
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.

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