Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

121. The Ringlet 1/1/2004
122. The Passing Of Arthur 1/1/2004
123. You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill At Ease 1/1/2004
124. The Splendor Falls 4/8/2010
125. Duet 1/1/2004
126. The Coming Of Arthur 1/1/2004
127. Mariana 1/1/2004
128. Summer Night 4/8/2010
129. Early Spring 4/8/2010
130. Sir Launcelot And Queen Guinevere 4/8/2010
131. In Memoriam 131: O Living Will That Shalt Endure 1/1/2004
132. The Oak 1/1/2004
133. The Deserted House 1/1/2004
134. Sea Dreams 1/1/2004
135. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 7. Dark House, By Which Once More I S 1/1/2004
136. Audley Court 1/1/2004
137. The Holy Grail 1/1/2004
138. Locksley Hall 1/1/2004
139. Spring 1/1/2004
140. The Miller's Daughter 1/1/2004
141. Beauty 11/27/2014
142. The Garden 1/1/2004
143. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 126. Love Is And Was My Lord And King 1/1/2004
144. Guinevere 1/1/2004
145. Balin And Balan 1/1/2004
146. Fatima 1/1/2004
147. Sweet And Low 1/1/2004
148. Lancelot And Elaine 1/1/2004
149. Battle Of Brunanburgh 1/1/2004
150. Dedication 1/1/2004
151. Politics 4/8/2010
152. ŒNone 1/1/2004
153. Sir Galahad 1/1/2004
154. O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be! 1/1/2004
155. Morte D'Arthur 1/1/2004
156. The Charge Of The Light Brigade 4/8/2010
157. Come Down, O Maid 1/1/2004
158. The War 4/8/2010
159. Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal 1/1/2004
160. The Revenge - A Ballad Of The Fleet 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

After-Thought

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
As being past away. -Vain sympathies!
For backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,
I see what was, and is, and will abide;
Still glides the Stream, and shall not cease to glide;
The Form remains, the Function never dies;
While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise,
We Men, who in our morn of youth defied
The elements, must vanish; -be it so!

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