Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

81. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 83. Dip Down Upon The Northern Shore 1/1/2004
82. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By Night We Linger'D On The Lawn 1/1/2004
83. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 96. You Say, But With No Touch Of Sco 1/1/2004
84. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 99. Risest Thou Thus, Dim Dawn, Again 1/1/2004
85. In Memoriam A. H. H.: Is It, Then, Regret For Buried Time 1/1/2004
86. In Memoriam A. H. H.: Preface 4/8/2010
87. In Memoriam A. H. H.: The Prelude 1/1/2004
88. In The Garden At Swainston 4/8/2010
89. In The Valley Of Cauteretz 1/1/2004
90. Lady Clare 1/1/2004
91. Lancelot And Elaine 1/1/2004
92. Late, Late, So Late 1/1/2004
93. Lilian 1/1/2004
94. Locksley Hall 1/1/2004
95. Love and Sorrow 5/4/2015
96. Lucretius 1/1/2004
97. Lullaby 1/6/2015
98. Lxxxiii: Spring 4/8/2010
99. Mariana 1/1/2004
100. Mariana In The South 1/1/2004
101. Marriage Morning 4/8/2010
102. Maud: A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt) 1/1/2004
103. Merlin And Vivien 1/1/2004
104. Milton (Alcaics) 1/1/2004
105. Minnie And Winnie 1/1/2004
106. Morte D'Arthur 1/1/2004
107. Move Eastward, Happy Earth 1/1/2004
108. Northern Farmer: New Style 1/1/2004
109. Northern Farmer: Old Style 1/1/2004
110. Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal 1/1/2004
111. O Beauty, Passing Beauty! 1/1/2004
112. O True And Tried 4/8/2010
113. O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be! 1/1/2004
114. Obiit Mdcccxxxiii (Entire) 4/8/2010
115. Ode To Memory 4/8/2010
116. Œnone 4/8/2010
117. Of Old Sat Freedom On The Heights 1/1/2004
118. Pelleas And Ettarre 1/1/2004
119. Politics 4/8/2010
120. Recollection Of The Arabian Nights 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 ...

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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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