Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

161. Lancelot And Elaine 1/1/2004
162. The Owl 1/1/2004
163. Claribel: A Melody 1/1/2004
164. O Beauty, Passing Beauty! 1/1/2004
165. Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal 1/1/2004
166. In Memoriam 16: I Envy Not In Any Moods 1/1/2004
167. Freedom 4/8/2010
168. Demeter And Persephone 1/1/2004
169. Boadicea 1/1/2004
170. Tithonus 1/1/2004
171. Beautiful City 1/1/2004
172. By An Evolutionist 1/1/2004
173. Tears, Idle Tears 1/1/2004
174. Come Into The Garden, Maud 1/1/2004
175. Blow, Bugle, Blow 1/1/2004
176. The Kraken 4/8/2010
177. Ring Out , Wild Bells 4/8/2010
178. After-Thought 1/1/2004
179. Cradle Song 1/1/2004
180. Come Not When I Am Dead 1/1/2004
181. Ask Me No More 1/1/2004
182. The Lady Of Shalott (1842) 1/1/2004
183. Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead 1/1/2004
184. The Flower 1/1/2004
185. Break, Break, Break 4/8/2010
186. ‘and Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?’ 1/1/2004
187. The Eagle 1/1/2004
188. A Farewell 1/1/2004
189. The Brook 1/1/2004
190. Charge Of The Light Brigade 1/1/2004
191. Crossing The Bar 1/1/2004
192. All Things Will Die 1/1/2004
193. Ulysses 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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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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