Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

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