Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

81. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 2. Old Yew, Which Graspest At The Sto 1/1/2004
82. In Memoriam A. H. H.: Is It, Then, Regret For Buried Time 1/1/2004
83. The Princess (Part 1) 1/1/2004
84. In Memoriam A. H. H.: The Prelude 1/1/2004
85. The Ringlet 1/1/2004
86. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131. O Living Will That Shalt Endure 1/1/2004
87. In The Valley Of Cauteretz 1/1/2004
88. The Mermaid 4/8/2010
89. Gareth And Lynette 1/1/2004
90. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 55. The Wish, That Of The Living Whol 1/1/2004
91. Lucretius 1/1/2004
92. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 22. The Path By Which We Twain Did Go 1/1/2004
93. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 16. I Envy Not In Any Moods 1/1/2004
94. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 56. So Careful Of The Type? But No 1/1/2004
95. Ode To Memory 4/8/2010
96. Maud: A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt) 1/1/2004
97. Requiescat 1/1/2004
98. To The Queen 1/1/2004
99. The Death Of The Old Year 4/8/2010
100. From 'The Princess' 4/8/2010
101. In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit: 124. That Which We Dare Invoke 1/1/2004
102. To Virgil 1/1/2004
103. The Passing Of Arthur 1/1/2004
104. In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship 1/1/2004
105. In Memoriam 82: I Wage Not Any Feud With Death 1/1/2004
106. Idylls Of The King: The Passing Of Arthur (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
107. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 11. Calm Is The Morn Without A Sound 1/1/2004
108. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5. Sometimes I Hold It Half A Sin 1/1/2004
109. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45. The Baby New To Earth And Sky 1/1/2004
110. Sir Launcelot And Queen Guinevere 4/8/2010
111. Cxv: Spring 4/8/2010
112. The Palace Of Art 1/1/2004
113. The Miller's Daughter 1/1/2004
114. To E. Fitzgerald: Tiresias 1/1/2004
115. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. Oh, Yet We Trust That Somehow Goo 1/1/2004
116. The Splendor Falls 4/8/2010
117. Duet 1/1/2004
118. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 7. Dark House, By Which Once More I S 1/1/2004
119. Lady Clare 1/1/2004
120. Mariana 1/1/2004

Comments about Alfred Lord Tennyson

  • Julia Sawyer (6/26/2013 12:28:00 PM)

    There was a poem called To Julia on Her birthday unpublished by Alfred Lord Tennyson, I took it to Sotheby's to be sold in the70's along with other poems written by Tennysons own hand they said that it was not valuable enough, but they wouldn't return it to me, over the years I have requested it back but have had no reply from them, has anyone heard of it I believe he is referring to Julia Cameron who was the famous photographer during Tennyson's time

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  • Woofwoof Ray (4/18/2013 7:06:00 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

  • 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

  • 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! ! !

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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