By an Evolutionist By Alfred Lord Tennyson

By an Evolutionist The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, ‘Am I your debtor?’…

Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, ‘She must weep or she will die.’ Then…

The Charge of the Light Brigade By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. “Forward the Light Brigade! Charge…

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal By Alfred Lord Tennyson

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:…

Flower in the crannied wall

Flower in the crannied wall Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies; — Hold you here, root and all, in…