Alfred Tennyson

The Princess (Part 4) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess (Part 4) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess (Part 4) ‘There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound’ Said Ida; ‘let us down and rest;’ and we Down from the lean and wrinkled precipices, By every coppice-feathered chasm and cleft, Dropt through the ambrosial gloom to w... »

Tears, Idle Tears By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tears, Idle Tears By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tears, Idle Tears Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our frien... »

Love and Sorrow By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Love and Sorrow By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Love and Sorrow O maiden, fresher than the first green leaf With which the fearful springtide flecks the lea, Weep not, Almeida, that I said to thee That thou hast half my heart, for bitter grief Doth hold the other half in sovranty. Thou art my heart’s sun in love’s crystalline: Yet on ... »

In Memoriam A. H. H  44. How Fares It With The Happy Dead By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 44. How Fares It With The Happy Dead By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 44. How Fares It With The Happy Dead How fares it with the happy dead? For here the man is more and more; But he forgets the days before God shut the doorways of his head. The days have vanish’d, tone and tint, And yet perhaps the hoarding sense Gives out at times (he knows... »

Dedication By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Dedication By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Dedication Dedication These to His Memory–since he held them dear, Perchance as finding there unconsciously Some image of himself–I dedicate, I dedicate, I consecrate with tears– These Idylls. And indeed He seems to me Scarce other than my king’s ideal knight, `Who reverenced... »

The Miller’s Daughter By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Miller’s Daughter By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Miller’s Daughter It is the miller’s daughter, And she is grown so dear, so dear, That I would be the jewel That trembles in her ear: For hid in ringlets day and night, I’d touch her neck so warm and white. And I would be the girdle About her dainty dainty waist, And her heart ... »

Politics By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Politics By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Politics We move, the wheel must always move, Nor always on the plain, And if we move to such a goal As wisdom hopes to gain, Then you that drive, and know your Craft. Will firmly hold the rein, Nor lend an ear to random cried, Or you may drive in vain, For some cry ‘Quick’ and some cry ‘Slow’ But, ... »

In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit 124. That Which We Dare Invoke By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit 124. That Which We Dare Invoke By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit 124. That Which We Dare Invoke That which we dare invoke to bless; Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt; He, They, One, All; within, without; The Power in darkness whom we guess; I found Him not in world or sun, Or eagle’s wing, or insect’s eye; Nor throR... »

Idylls Of The King; The Last Tournament (Excerpt) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Idylls Of The King; The Last Tournament (Excerpt) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Idylls Of The King; The Last Tournament (Excerpt) Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur’s Table Round, At Camelot, high above the yellowing woods, Danced like a wither’d leaf before the hall. And toward him from the hall, with harp in hand, And from th... »

Blow, Bugle, Blow By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Blow, Bugle, Blow By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Blow, Bugle, Blow THE splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And... »

The Higher Pantheism By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Higher Pantheism By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Higher Pantheism The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,- Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns? Is not the Vision He, tho’ He be not that which He seems? Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams? Earth, these solid stars, this w... »

Minnie And Winnie By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Minnie And Winnie By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Minnie And Winnie Minnie and Winnie Slept in a shell. Sleep, little ladies! And they slept well. Pink was the shell within, Silver without; Sounds of the great sea Wander’d about. Sleep, little ladies! Wake not soon! Echo on echo Dies to the moon. Two bright stars Peep’d into the shell. ... »

In Memoriam A. H. H  83. Dip Down Upon The Northern Shore By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 83. Dip Down Upon The Northern Shore By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 83. Dip Down Upon The Northern Shore Dip down upon the northern shore O sweet new-year delaying long; Thou doest expectant nature wrong; Delaying long, delay no more. What stays thee from the clouded noons, Thy sweetness from its proper place? Can trouble live with April days, Or... »

From ‘The Princess’ By Alfred Lord Tennyson

From ‘The Princess’ By Alfred Lord Tennyson

From ‘The Princess’ ‘Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The fire-fly wakens: wake thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. No... »

The Princess; A Medley; Ask Me No More By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess; A Medley; Ask Me No More By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess; A Medley; Ask Me No More Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape, With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape; But O too fond, when have I answer’d thee? Ask me no more. Ask me no more: what answer should I give? I love not holl... »

The Princess (Part 7) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess (Part 7) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess (Part 7) So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by Sweet order lived again with other laws: A kindlier influence reigned; and everywhere Low voices with the ministering hand Hung round the sick: the maidens came, th... »

Sweet And Low By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sweet And Low By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sweet And Low Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father wil... »

Locksley Hall By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Locksley Hall By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Locksley Hall Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet ‘t is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn. ‘T is the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call, Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall; Locksley Hall, that ... »

In Memoriam A. H. H  22. The Path By Which We Twain Did Go By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 22. The Path By Which We Twain Did Go By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 22. The Path By Which We Twain Did Go The path by which we twain did go, Which led by tracts that pleased us well, Thro’ four sweet years arose and fell, From flower to flower, from snow to snow: And we with singing cheer’d the way, And, crown’d with all the sea... »

Demeter And Persephone By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Demeter And Persephone By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Demeter And Persephone Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of her native land, And can no more, thou camest, O my child, Led upward by the God of ghosts and dreams, Who laid thee at Eleusis, dazed and dumb, With passing thro&#... »

The Mermaid By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Mermaid By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Mermaid I Who would be A mermaid fair, Singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea, In a golden curl With a comb of pearl, On a throne? II I would be a mermaid fair; I would sing to myself the whole of the day; With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair; And still as I comb’d I would sing... »

Ode To Memory By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ode To Memory By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ode To Memory I. THOU who stealest fire, From the fountains of the past, To glorify the present, oh, haste, Visit my low desire! Strengthen me, enlighten me! I faint in this obscurity, Thou dewy dawn of memory. II. Come not as thou camest of late, Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the white day, ... »

In Memoriam A. H. H. 7 By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H. 7 By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H. 7 Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp’d no more- Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the d... »

In Memoriam 16; I Envy Not In Any Moods By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam 16; I Envy Not In Any Moods By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam 16; I Envy Not In Any Moods I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods: I envy not the beast that takes His license in the field of time, Unfetter’d by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wake... »

Balin And Balan By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Balin And Balan By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Balin And Balan Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered tributary, failed of late To send his tribute; wherefore Arthur called His treasurer, one of many years, and spake, ‘Go thou with him and him and bring it to us, Lest we shoul... »

The Grandmother By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Grandmother By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Grandmother I. 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. II. For, Annie, you see, her father was... »

Milton (Alcaics) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Milton (Alcaics) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Milton (Alcaics) O mighty-mouth’d inventor of harmonies, O skill’d to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages; Whose Titan angels, Gabriel, Abdiel, Starr’d from Jehovah’s gorgeous armouries, Tower, as the deep-domed empy... »

In Memoriam A. H. H  67. When On My Bed The Moonlight Fall By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 67. When On My Bed The Moonlight Fall By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 67. When On My Bed The Moonlight Fall When on my bed the moonlight falls, I know that in thy place of rest By that broad water of the west, There comes a glory on the walls: Thy marble bright in dark appears, As slowly steals a silver flame Along the letters of thy name, And o... »

Gigantic Daughter Of The West, By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Gigantic Daughter Of The West, By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Gigantic Daughter Of The West, Gigantic daughter of the West, We drink to thee across the flood, We know thee most, we love thee best, For art thou not of British blood? Should war’s mad blast again be blown, Permit not thou the tyrant powers To fight thy mother here alone, But let thy broadsi... »

The Princess; A Medley; As Thro’ The Land By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess; A Medley; As Thro’ The Land By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess; A Medley; As Thro’ The Land As thro’ the land at eve we went, And pluck’d the ripen’d ears, We fell out, my wife and I, O we fell out I know not why, And kiss’d again with tears. And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out ... »

The Princess (Part 6) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess (Part 6) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess (Part 6) My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, hearing not I heard: Though, if I saw not, yet they told me all So often that I speak as having seen. For so it seemed, or so they said to me, That all things grew more tragic and mo... »

Summer Night By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Summer Night By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Summer Night NOW sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The firefly wakens: waken thou with me. Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Dana... »

Late, Late, So Late By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Late, Late, So Late By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Late, Late, So Late Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill! Late, late, so late! but we can enter still. Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now. No light had we: for that we do repent; And learning this, the bridegroom will relent. Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now. No light: so la... »

In Memoriam A. H. H  39. Old Warder Of These Buried Bones By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 39. Old Warder Of These Buried Bones By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 39. Old Warder Of These Buried Bones Old warder of these buried bones, And answering now my random stroke With fruitful cloud and living smoke, Dark yew, that graspest at the stones And dippest toward the dreamless head, To thee too comes the golden hour When flower is feeling af... »

Come Not When I Am Dead By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Come Not When I Am Dead By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Come Not When I Am Dead Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being... »

The Marriage Of Geraint By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Marriage Of Geraint By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Marriage Of Geraint The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur’s court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the Table Round, Had married Enid, Yniol’s only child, And loved her, as he loved the light of Heaven. And as the light of Heaven varies, now At sunrise, now at ... »

Of Old Sat Freedom On The Heights By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Of Old Sat Freedom On The Heights By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Of Old Sat Freedom On The Heights Of old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights: She heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoice, Self-gather’d in her prophet-mind, But fragments of her mighty voice Came rolling on the w... »

In Memoriam A. H. H  Preface By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H Preface By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H Preface Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull whi... »

In Memoriam 82; I Wage Not Any Feud With Death By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam 82; I Wage Not Any Feud With Death By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam 82; I Wage Not Any Feud With Death I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth’s embrace May breed with him, can fright my faith. Eternal process moving on, From state to state the spirit walks; And these are but the shatter’d... »

Battle Of Brunanburgh By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Battle Of Brunanburgh By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Battle Of Brunanburgh Athelstan King, Lord among Earls, Bracelet-bestower and Baron of Barons, He with his brother, Edmund Atheling, Gaining a lifelong Glory in battle, Slew with the sword-edge There by Brunanburh, Brake the shield-wall, Hew’d the lindenwood, Hack’d the battleshield, Son... »

The Garden By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Garden By Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 an... »

Merlin And Vivien By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Merlin And Vivien By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Merlin And Vivien A storm was coming, but the winds were still, And in the wild woods of Broceliande, Before an oak, so hollow, huge and old It looked a tower of ivied masonwork, At Merlin’s feet the wily Vivien lay. For he that always bare in bitter grudge The slights of Arthur and his Table,... »

In Memoriam A. H. H  72. Risest Thou Thus, Dim Dawn, Again By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 72. Risest Thou Thus, Dim Dawn, Again By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 72. Risest Thou Thus, Dim Dawn, Again Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, And howlest, issuing out of night, With blasts that blow the poplar white, And lash with storm the streaming pane? Day, when my crown’d estate begun To pine in that reverse of doom, Which sicken’... »

Gareth And Lynette By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Gareth And Lynette By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Gareth And Lynette The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent, And tallest, Gareth, in a showerful spring Stared at the spate. A slender-shafted Pine Lost footing, fell, and so was whirled away. ‘How he went down,’ said Gareth, ‘as a false knight Or evil king before my lance if lance W... »

The Princess; A Medley; Come Down, O Maid By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess; A Medley; Come Down, O Maid By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess; A Medley; Come Down, O Maid Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In height and cold, the splendour of the hills? But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine, To sit a star upon the ... »

The Princess (Part 3) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess (Part 3) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess (Part 3) Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by other drest with care Descended to the court that lay three parts In shadow, but the Muses’ heads were touched Above the darkness from their native East. There while we stoo... »

Sir Launcelot And Queen Guinevere By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sir Launcelot And Queen Guinevere By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sir Launcelot And Queen Guinevere LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain Came in a sun-lit fall of rain. In crystal vapour everywhere Blue isles of heaven laugh’d between, And far, in forest-deeps unseen, The topmost elm-t... »

Lady Clare By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Lady Clare By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Lady Clare IT was the time when lilies blow, And clouds are highest up in air, Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe To give his cousin, Lady Clare. I trow they did not part in scorn- Lovers long-betroth’d were they: They too will wed the morrow morn: God’s blessing on the day ! ‘He... »

In Memoriam A. H. H  15. To-Night The Winds Begin To Rise By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 15. To-Night The Winds Begin To Rise By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 15. To-Night The Winds Begin To Rise To-night the winds begin to rise And roar from yonder dropping day: The last red leaf is whirl’d away, The rooks are blown about the skies; The forest crack’d, the waters curl’d, The cattle huddled on the lea; And wildly dash... »

Cradle Song By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Cradle Song By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Cradle Song What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till thy little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep of day? Baby... »

The May Queen By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The May Queen By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The May Queen YOU must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; To-morrow ‘ll be the happiest time of all the glad new-year,— Of all the glad new-year, mother, the maddest, merriest day; For I ‘m to be Queen o’ the May, mother, I ‘m to be Queen o’ the May. Th... »

O True And Tried By Alfred Lord Tennyson

O True And Tried By Alfred Lord Tennyson

O True And Tried O true and tried, so well and long, Demand not thou a marriage lay; In that it is thy marriage day Is music more than any song. Nor have I felt so much of bliss Since first he told me that he loved A daughter of our house; nor proved Since that dark day a day like this; Tho’ I since... »

In Memoriam A. H. H  The Prelude By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H The Prelude By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H The Prelude Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot Is on the skull... »

Idylls Of The King; The Passing Of Arthur (Excerpt) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Idylls Of The King; The Passing Of Arthur (Excerpt) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Idylls Of The King; The Passing Of Arthur (Excerpt) That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man was no more than a voice In the white winter of his age, to those With whom he dwelt, new faces, other minds. For on their march to westward, ... »

Beautiful City By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Beautiful City By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Beautiful City Beautiful city Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion, O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal humanity, How often your Re-volution has proven but E-volution Roll’d again back on itself in the tides of a civic insanity! »

The Eagle By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Eagle By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Eagle He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring’d with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls. »

Maud A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Maud A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt) By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Maud A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt) . O that ’twere possible . After long grief and pain . To find the arms of my true love . Round me once again!2. When I was wont to meet her . In the silent woody places . By the home that gave me birth, . We stood tranced in long embraces . Mixt with kisses... »

In Memoriam A. H. H  82. I Wage Not Any Feud With Death By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 82. I Wage Not Any Feud With Death By Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H 82. I Wage Not Any Feud With Death I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth’s embrace May breed with him, can fright my faith. Eternal process moving on, From state to state the spirit walks; And these are but the shatter... »

Freedom By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Freedom By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Freedom Of old sat Freedom on the heights, The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights: She heard the torrents meet. There in her place she did rejoice, Self-gather’d in her prophet-mind, But fragments of her mighty voice Came rolling on the wind. Then stept she down t... »

The Princess A Medley; O Swallow By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess A Medley; O Swallow By Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Princess A Medley; O Swallow O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee. O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North. ... »