Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

161. Morte D'Arthur 1/1/2004
162. Come Down, O Maid 1/1/2004
163. The Lotos-Eaters 1/1/2004
164. Sir Galahad 1/1/2004
165. In Memoriam 16: I Envy Not In Any Moods 1/1/2004
166. O Beauty, Passing Beauty! 1/1/2004
167. Boadicea 1/1/2004
168. Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal 1/1/2004
169. Beautiful City 1/1/2004
170. Claribel: A Melody 1/1/2004
171. By An Evolutionist 1/1/2004
172. The Kraken 4/8/2010
173. Freedom 4/8/2010
174. Come Into The Garden, Maud 1/1/2004
175. Blow, Bugle, Blow 1/1/2004
176. Tears, Idle Tears 1/1/2004
177. Come Not When I Am Dead 1/1/2004
178. Ring Out , Wild Bells 4/8/2010
179. After-Thought 1/1/2004
180. Cradle Song 1/1/2004
181. The Lady Of Shalott (1842) 1/1/2004
182. Ask Me No More 1/1/2004
183. The Flower 1/1/2004
184. Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead 1/1/2004
185. ‘and Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?’ 1/1/2004
186. Break, Break, Break 4/8/2010
187. The Eagle 1/1/2004
188. The Brook 1/1/2004
189. A Farewell 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

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 ...

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The Garden

Excerpt from "Maud"

She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead,
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.

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