Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

1. Hark! The Dogs Howl! 3/19/2015
2. Lullaby 1/6/2015
3. The Sailor Boy 1/10/2015
4. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 50. Be Near Me When My Light Is Low 2/16/2015
5. The Tears Of Heaven 3/16/2015
6. The Two Voices 2/9/2015
7. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By Night We Linger'D On The Lawn 1/1/2004
8. Obiit Mdcccxxxiii (Entire) 4/8/2010
9. Œnone 4/8/2010
10. The Princess (Part 7) 1/1/2004
11. Gigantic Daughter Of The West, 4/8/2010
12. Recollection Of The Arabian Nights 1/1/2004
13. Northern Farmer: New Style 1/1/2004
14. Milton (Alcaics) 1/1/2004
15. Beauty 11/27/2014
16. In Memoriam A. H. H. 7 4/8/2010
17. In Memoriam A. H. H.: Preface 4/8/2010
18. Idylls Of The King: The Last Tournament (Excerpt) 1/1/2004
19. The Last Tournament 4/8/2010
20. Lxxxiii: Spring 4/8/2010
21. Hands All Round 4/8/2010
22. The Princess: A Medley: Our Enemies Have Fall'N 1/1/2004
23. In Memoriam A. H. H. 116 4/8/2010
24. In The Garden At Swainston 4/8/2010
25. The Talking Oak 1/1/2004
26. The Princess (Prologue) 1/1/2004
27. Sir Launcelot And Queen Guinevere 4/8/2010
28. The Death Of The Old Year 4/8/2010
29. To Edward Lear: On His Travels In Greece 4/8/2010
30. Pelleas And Ettarre 1/1/2004
31. O True And Tried 4/8/2010
32. The Princess (Part 4) 1/1/2004
33. The Princess: A Medley: Come Down, O Maid 1/1/2004
34. Far-Far-Away 4/8/2010
35. The Princess (Part 6) 1/1/2004
36. The Lord Of Burleigh 1/1/2004
37. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 99. Risest Thou Thus, Dim Dawn, Again 1/1/2004
38. The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice Is Heard 1/1/2004
39. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 83. Dip Down Upon The Northern Shore 1/1/2004
40. The Princess: A Medley: Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal 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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The Tears Of Heaven

Heaven weeps above the earth all night till morn,
In darkness weeps, as all ashamed to weep,
Because the earth hath made her state forlorn
With selfwrought evils of unnumbered years,
And doth the fruit of her dishonour reap.
And all the day heaven gathers back her tears
Into her own blue eyes so clear and deep,
And showering down the glory of lightsome day,
Smiles on the earth's worn brow to win her if she may.

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