Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

81. Sir Launcelot And Queen Guinevere 4/8/2010
82. Far-Far-Away 4/8/2010
83. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 78. Again At Christmas Did We Weave 1/1/2004
84. Move Eastward, Happy Earth 1/1/2004
85. The Death Of The Old Year 4/8/2010
86. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 105. To-Night Ungather'D Let Us Leave 1/1/2004
87. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 2. Old Yew, Which Graspest At The Sto 1/1/2004
88. In Memoriam A. H. H.: Is It, Then, Regret For Buried Time 1/1/2004
89. The Princess (Part 1) 1/1/2004
90. In Memoriam A. H. H.: The Prelude 1/1/2004
91. The Ringlet 1/1/2004
92. Ode To Memory 4/8/2010
93. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131. O Living Will That Shalt Endure 1/1/2004
94. In The Valley Of Cauteretz 1/1/2004
95. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 55. The Wish, That Of The Living Whol 1/1/2004
96. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 22. The Path By Which We Twain Did Go 1/1/2004
97. The Palace Of Art 1/1/2004
98. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 16. I Envy Not In Any Moods 1/1/2004
99. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 56. So Careful Of The Type? But No 1/1/2004
100. Maud: A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt) 1/1/2004
101. Requiescat 1/1/2004
102. In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit: 124. That Which We Dare Invoke 1/1/2004
103. In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship 1/1/2004
104. The Passing Of Arthur 1/1/2004
105. St. Agnes' Eve 1/1/2004
106. In Memoriam 82: I Wage Not Any Feud With Death 1/1/2004
107. Idylls Of The King: The Passing Of Arthur (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
108. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 11. Calm Is The Morn Without A Sound 1/1/2004
109. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5. Sometimes I Hold It Half A Sin 1/1/2004
110. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45. The Baby New To Earth And Sky 1/1/2004
111. The Deserted House 1/1/2004
112. Marriage Morning 4/8/2010
113. Merlin And Vivien 1/1/2004
114. You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill At Ease 1/1/2004
115. The Miller's Daughter 1/1/2004
116. To The Queen 1/1/2004
117. Gareth And Lynette 1/1/2004
118. The Holy Grail 1/1/2004
119. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. Oh, Yet We Trust That Somehow Goo 1/1/2004
120. To Virgil 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

The Grandmother

I.
And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?
Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man.
And Willy's wife has written: she never was over-wise,
Never the wife for Willy: he would n't take my advice.

II.
For, Annie, you see, her father was not the man to save,
Had n't a head to manage, and drank himself into his grave.

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