Alfred Lord Tennyson (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)
Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson
|2.||‘And ask ye why these sad tears stream?’||1/1/2004|
|5.||All Things will Die||1/1/2004|
|7.||Ask Me No More||1/1/2004|
|9.||Balin and Balan||1/1/2004|
|10.||Battle Of Brunanburgh||1/1/2004|
|12.||Blow, Bugle, Blow||1/1/2004|
|14.||Break, break, break||4/8/2010|
|15.||By an Evolutionist||1/1/2004|
|16.||Charge Of The Light Brigade||1/1/2004|
|17.||Claribel: A Melody||1/1/2004|
|18.||Come down, O Maid||1/1/2004|
|19.||Come Into the Garde, Maud||1/1/2004|
|20.||Come not when I am dead||1/1/2004|
And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?
Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man.
And Willy's wife has written: she never was over-wise,
Never the wife for Willy: he would n't take my advice.
For, Annie, you see, her father was not the man to save,
Had n't a head to manage, and drank himself into his grave.