Category: Alfred 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: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, ‘She must weep or she will die.’ Then…

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