Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

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