Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

121. Duet 1/1/2004
122. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 7. Dark House, By Which Once More I S 1/1/2004
123. Gareth And Lynette 1/1/2004
124. Mariana 1/1/2004
125. Summer Night 4/8/2010
126. Early Spring 4/8/2010
127. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45. The Baby New To Earth And Sky 1/1/2004
128. In Memoriam 131: O Living Will That Shalt Endure 1/1/2004
129. To Virgil 1/1/2004
130. To The Queen 1/1/2004
131. Idylls Of The King: The Passing Of Arthur (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
132. St. Agnes' Eve 1/1/2004
133. Audley Court 1/1/2004
134. The Deserted House 1/1/2004
135. Spring 1/1/2004
136. Sir Galahad 1/1/2004
137. The Garden 1/1/2004
138. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 126. Love Is And Was My Lord And King 1/1/2004
139. The Revenge - A Ballad Of The Fleet 1/1/2004
140. The Oak 1/1/2004
141. Beauty 11/27/2014
142. Balin And Balan 1/1/2004
143. Fatima 1/1/2004
144. Merlin And Vivien 1/1/2004
145. The Coming Of Arthur 1/1/2004
146. Sweet And Low 1/1/2004
147. Locksley Hall 1/1/2004
148. Morte D'Arthur 1/1/2004
149. The War 4/8/2010
150. Politics 4/8/2010
151. Sea Dreams 1/1/2004
152. ŒNone 1/1/2004
153. O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be! 1/1/2004
154. Battle Of Brunanburgh 1/1/2004
155. Dedication 1/1/2004
156. Guinevere 1/1/2004
157. Amphion 1/1/2004
158. Tithonus 1/1/2004
159. The Lotos-Eaters 1/1/2004
160. Claribel: A Melody 1/1/2004

Comments about Alfred Lord Tennyson

  • 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.

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  • 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

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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