Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

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

Comments about Alfred Lord Tennyson

  • 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! ! !

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  • 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


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


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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