Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

81. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 78. Again At Christmas Did We Weave 1/1/2004
82. The Princess: A Medley: Ask Me No More 1/1/2004
83. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 105. To-Night Ungather'D Let Us Leave 1/1/2004
84. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 2. Old Yew, Which Graspest At The Sto 1/1/2004
85. The Princess: A Medley: Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal 1/1/2004
86. In Memoriam A. H. H.: Is It, Then, Regret For Buried Time 1/1/2004
87. The Princess (Part 1) 1/1/2004
88. The Mermaid 4/8/2010
89. In Memoriam A. H. H.: The Prelude 1/1/2004
90. The Ringlet 1/1/2004
91. Ode To Memory 4/8/2010
92. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131. O Living Will That Shalt Endure 1/1/2004
93. In The Valley Of Cauteretz 1/1/2004
94. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 22. The Path By Which We Twain Did Go 1/1/2004
95. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 16. I Envy Not In Any Moods 1/1/2004
96. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 56. So Careful Of The Type? But No 1/1/2004
97. How Thought You That This Thing Could Captivate? 1/1/2004
98. Lady Clare 1/1/2004
99. Maud: A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt) 1/1/2004
100. Requiescat 1/1/2004
101. To The Queen 1/1/2004
102. In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit: 124. That Which We Dare Invoke 1/1/2004
103. From 'The Princess' 4/8/2010
104. The Deserted House 1/1/2004
105. In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship 1/1/2004
106. To Virgil 1/1/2004
107. The Passing Of Arthur 1/1/2004
108. St. Agnes' Eve 1/1/2004
109. Sir Launcelot And Queen Guinevere 4/8/2010
110. Gareth And Lynette 1/1/2004
111. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 55. The Wish, That Of The Living Whol 1/1/2004
112. In Memoriam 82: I Wage Not Any Feud With Death 1/1/2004
113. Idylls Of The King: The Passing Of Arthur (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
114. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 11. Calm Is The Morn Without A Sound 1/1/2004
115. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5. Sometimes I Hold It Half A Sin 1/1/2004
116. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45. The Baby New To Earth And Sky 1/1/2004
117. Marriage Morning 4/8/2010
118. Merlin And Vivien 1/1/2004
119. Summer Night 4/8/2010
120. You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill At Ease 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Alfred Lord Tennyson


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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