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A Farewell - Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.

Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
For ever and for ever.

But here will sigh thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.

A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.

Comments about A Farewell by Alfred Lord Tennyson

  • Chinedu Dike 11/9/2019 10:28:00 AM

    Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful creation.
    thanks for sharing.
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  • Neelima battina 2/16/2019 5:00:00 AM

    Nice poem... Easy.... Yet simple and beautiful Reply

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  • Alex Einstein 2/16/2019 4:54:00 AM

    Nice English... Beautiful poem Reply

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  • Sylva 4/13/2018 7:07:00 AM

    A structured use of quatrain and rhyme effect. Well communicated. Reply

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  • Sylvaonyema Uba 2/8/2017 8:33:00 AM

    Flow, softly flow.... A well expressed poem! Sylva. Reply

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  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 11/11/2016 8:59:00 PM

    Tennyson's flow of words is remarkable!

    A thousand suns will stream on thee,
    A thousand moons will quiver;
    But not by thee my steps shall be,
    For ever and for ever.

    A beautiful poem!
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  • Ramesh T A 11/11/2016 7:52:00 AM

    Poem of a simple yet wonderful in rendition, Lord Tennyson is a master versifier in English literature! Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis 11/11/2016 1:33:00 AM

    Cold rivulet! Nice piece of work Reply

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  • Indira Renganathan 11/11/2016 1:29:00 AM

    Leaving something close to our life and heart gives always a sad feeling....this is one beautiful poem about such a sad moment...it touches the reader's heart very easily...great work- 10 Reply

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  • Bernard F. Asuncion 11/11/2016 1:20:00 AM

    Nice poem.... Thanks for sharing............... Reply

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Farewell Poems
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    Alfred Lord Tennyson
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    Charles Kingsley
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  4. 4. Farewell
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  6. 6. Farewell
    Anne Brontë
  7. 7. Farewell Love And All Thy Laws Forever
    Sir Thomas Wyatt
  8. 8. Farewell
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  9. 9. Farewell
    John Clare
  10. 10. A Farewell To Agassiz
    Oliver Wendell Holmes
  11. 11. A Teamster's Farewell
    Carl Sandburg
  12. 12. Bidding Farewell
    Hasmukh Amathalal
  13. 13. Farewell To Barn And Stack And Tree
    Alfred Edward Housman
  14. 14. The Farewell Xxviii
    Khalil Gibran
  15. 15. Farewell To Love
    John Donne
  16. 16. Farewell To The Court
    Sir Walter Raleigh
  17. 17. A Farewell To False Love
    Sir Walter Raleigh
  18. 18. Farewell To Meng Hao-Jan
    Li Po
  19. 19. An Exile's Farewell
    Adam Lindsay Gordon
  20. 20. Farewell My Friend
    Lovina Sylvia Chidi
  21. 21. Farewell, Love
    Sir Thomas Wyatt
  22. 22. Farewell To Secretary Shu-Yun At The Hsi..
    Li Po
  23. 23. A Farewell: To C.E.G
    Charles Kingsley
  24. 24. Farewell
    Thomas E. Spencer
  25. 25. A Fond Farewell
    Sandra Fowler
  26. 26. A Farewell
    Charlotte Mary Mew
  27. 27. The Farewell
    Robert Burns
  28. 28. A Farewell
    Coventry Patmore
  29. 29. Harp Of The North, Farewell!
    Sir Walter Scott
  30. 30. Farewell
    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  31. 31. Farewell To London
    Alexander Pope
  32. 32. Farewell And Adieu....
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  33. 33. Flowers, Dear Flowers, Farewell!
    Louisa May Alcott
  34. 34. Farewell To The Farm
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  35. 35. Absence: A Farewell Ode On Quitting Scho..
    Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  36. 36. Sweet William's Farewell To Black-Ey'D S..
    John Gay
  37. 37. Farewell Ungrateful Traitor
    John Dryden
  38. 38. Farewell
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  39. 39. Adieu, Farewell Earth's Bliss
    Thomas Nashe
  40. 40. Farewell To Florida
    Wallace Stevens
  41. 41. Farewell! -- But Whenever You Welcome Th..
    Thomas Moore
  42. 42. A Farewell
    Amy Levy
  43. 43. ' Last Farewell
    Linda Ori
  44. 44. Napoleon's Farewell (From The French)
    George Gordon Byron
  45. 45. My Last Farewell To Stirling
    Robert Burns
  46. 46. Welcome And Farewell
    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
  47. 47. *happy Farewell
    Sadiqullah Khan
  48. 48. Farewell To The Muse
    George Gordon Byron
  49. 49. The Farewell
    Lucy Maud Montgomery
  50. 50. A Farewell
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Farewell Poems

  1. A Farewell To America To Mrs. S. W.

    I. ADIEU, New-England's smiling meads, Adieu, the flow'ry plain: I leave thine op'ning charms, O spring, And tempt the roaring main. II. In vain for me the flow'rets rise, And boast their gaudy pride, While here beneath the northern skies I mourn for health deny'd. III. Celestial maid of rosy hue, O let me feel thy reign! I languish till thy face I view, Thy vanish'd joys regain. IV. Susanna mourns, nor can I bear To see the crystal show'r, Or mark the tender falling tear At sad departure's hour; V. Not unregarding can I see Her soul with grief opprest: But let no sighs, no groans for me, Steal from her pensive breast. VI. In vain the feather'd warblers sing, In vain the garden blooms, And on the bosom of the spring Breathes out her sweet perfumes. VII. While for Britannia's distant shore We sweep the liquid plain, And with astonish'd eyes explore The wide-extended main. VIII. Lo! Health appears! celestial dame! Complacent and serene, With Hebe's mantle o'er her Frame, With soul-delighting mein. IX. To mark the vale where London lies With misty vapours crown'd, Which cloud Aurora's thousand dyes, And veil her charms around. X. Why, Phoebus, moves thy car so slow? So slow thy rising ray? Give us the famous town to view, Thou glorious king of day! XI. For thee, Britannia, I resign New-England's smiling fields; To view again her charms divine, What joy the prospect yields! XII. But thou! Temptation hence away, With all thy fatal train, Nor once seduce my soul away, By thine enchanting strain. XIII. Thrice happy they, whose heav'nly shield Secures their souls from harms, And fell Temptation on the field Of all its pow'r disarms!

  2. A Farewell

    I My fairest child, I have no song to give you; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and grey: Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. II Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long: And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.

  3. Farewell

    I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers! I bow to you all and take my departure. Here I give back the keys of my door ---and I give up all claims to my house. I only ask for last kind words from you. We were neighbors for long, but I received more than I could give. Now the day has dawned and the lamp that lit my dark corner is out. A summons has come and I am ready for my journey.

  4. A Farewell

    FAREWELL, thou little Nook of mountain-ground, Thou rocky corner in the lowest stair Of that magnificent temple which doth bound One side of our whole vale with grandeur rare; Sweet garden-orchard, eminently fair, The loveliest spot that man hath ever found, Farewell!--we leave thee to Heaven's peaceful care, Thee, and the Cottage which thou dost surround. Our boat is safely anchored by the shore, And there will safely ride when we are gone; The flowering shrubs that deck our humble door Will prosper, though untended and alone: Fields, goods, and far-off chattels we have none: These narrow bounds contain our private store Of things earth makes, and sun doth shine upon; Here are they in our sight--we have no more. Sunshine and shower be with you, bud and bell! For two months now in vain we shall be sought: We leave you here in solitude to dwell With these our latest gifts of tender thought; Thou, like the morning, in thy saffron coat, Bright gowan, and marsh-marigold, farewell! Whom from the borders of the Lake we brought, And placed together near our rocky Well. We go for One to whom ye will be dear; And she will prize this Bower, this Indian shed, Our own contrivance, Building without peer! --A gentle Maid, whose heart is lowly bred, Whose pleasures are in wild fields gathered, With joyousness, and with a thoughtful cheer, Will come to you; to you herself will wed; And love the blessed life that we lead here. Dear Spot! which we have watched with tender heed, Bringing thee chosen plants and blossoms blown Among the distant mountains, flower and weed, Which thou hast taken to thee as thy own, Making all kindness registered and known; Thou for our sakes, though Nature's child indeed, Fair in thyself and beautiful alone, Hast taken gifts which thou dost little need. And O most constant, yet most fickle Place, Thou hast thy wayward moods, as thou dost show To them who look not daily on thy face; Who, being loved, in love no bounds dost know, And say'st, when we forsake thee, 'Let them go!' Thou easy-hearted Thing, with thy wild race Of weeds and flowers, till we return be slow, And travel with the year at a soft pace. Help us to tell Her tales of years gone by, And this sweet spring, the best beloved and best; Joy will be flown in its mortality; Something must stay to tell us of the rest. Here, thronged with primroses, the steep rock's breast Glittered at evening like a starry sky; And in this bush our sparrow built her nest, Of which I sang one song that will not die. O happy Garden! whose seclusion deep Hath been so friendly to industrious hours; And to soft slumbers, that did gently steep Our spirits, carrying with them dreams of flowers, And wild notes warbled among leafy bowers; Two burning months let summer overleap, And, coming back with Her who will be ours, Into thy bosom we again shall creep.