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

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

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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