Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

81. The Marriage Of Geraint 1/1/2004
82. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131. O Living Will That Shalt Endure 1/1/2004
83. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 55. The Wish, That Of The Living Whol 1/1/2004
84. The Princess (Part 2) 1/1/2004
85. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 22. The Path By Which We Twain Did Go 1/1/2004
86. Move Eastward, Happy Earth 1/1/2004
87. Late, Late, So Late 1/1/2004
88. Idylls Of The King: Song From The Marriage Of Geraint 1/1/2004
89. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 16. I Envy Not In Any Moods 1/1/2004
90. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 56. So Careful Of The Type? But No 1/1/2004
91. Ode To Memory 4/8/2010
92. Summer Night 4/8/2010
93. Requiescat 1/1/2004
94. To The Queen 1/1/2004
95. In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit: 124. That Which We Dare Invoke 1/1/2004
96. To Virgil 1/1/2004
97. The Letters 1/1/2004
98. The Ringlet 1/1/2004
99. The Passing Of Arthur 1/1/2004
100. In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship 1/1/2004
101. Gareth And Lynette 1/1/2004
102. In Memoriam 82: I Wage Not Any Feud With Death 1/1/2004
103. Idylls Of The King: The Passing Of Arthur (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
104. The Palace Of Art 1/1/2004
105. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 11. Calm Is The Morn Without A Sound 1/1/2004
106. Cxv: Spring 4/8/2010
107. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5. Sometimes I Hold It Half A Sin 1/1/2004
108. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45. The Baby New To Earth And Sky 1/1/2004
109. St. Agnes' Eve 1/1/2004
110. How Thought You That This Thing Could Captivate? 1/1/2004
111. In The Valley Of Cauteretz 1/1/2004
112. Maud: A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt) 1/1/2004
113. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. Oh, Yet We Trust That Somehow Goo 1/1/2004
114. The Splendor Falls 4/8/2010
115. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 7. Dark House, By Which Once More I S 1/1/2004
116. You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill At Ease 1/1/2004
117. The Princess (Part 1) 1/1/2004
118. In Memoriam 131: O Living Will That Shalt Endure 1/1/2004
119. The Miller's Daughter 1/1/2004
120. To E. Fitzgerald: Tiresias 1/1/2004

Comments about Alfred Lord Tennyson

  • Woofwoof Ray (4/18/2013 7:05:00 AM)

    His poems are fantastic. My favourites are Break break break, Now sleeps the crimson petal (great version of this set to music in the film Vanity fair with Reese Witherspoon) , Come into the garden maud, The lady of Shallott, Crossing the bar

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  • Eric Lopez (3/10/2013 11:07:00 PM)

    I was playing a video game Mass Effect, and through out the series Shepherd, and Williamson use references from Tennyson's poems. I decided to look him up and they are just amazing. I'm glad Mass effect turned me on to this guy's amazing art work.

  • Ulysses J (11/5/2012 7:46:00 PM)

    In Memoriam is pure beauty
    And I guess it's evident that I'm a fan of Ulysses, heh, mostly because I can relate well to Ulysses, flaws and all I respect the character in that poem so much, in fact it's hard to express and i get all teary when i try; _;

  • Artemis Gutierrez (9/12/2012 6:06:00 PM)

    I like his poem charge of the light brigade. For my report I wrote about this poem and 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! ! !

  • 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

After-Thought

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
As being past away. -Vain sympathies!
For backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,
I see what was, and is, and will abide;
Still glides the Stream, and shall not cease to glide;
The Form remains, the Function never dies;
While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise,
We Men, who in our morn of youth defied
The elements, must vanish; -be it so!

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