Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

  • 51.  
    Thy prayer was 'Light-more Light-while Time shall last!'
    Thou rawest a glory growing on the night, But not the shadows which that light would cast,
  • 52.  
    I.
    The City Child.
  • 53.  
    I.
    Mystery of mysteries, Faintly smiling Adeline,
  • 54.  
    I.
    'He is fled--I wish him dead-- He that wrought my ruin--
  • 55.  
    Are you sleeping? have you forgotten? do not sleep, my sister dear!
    How can you sleep? the morning brings the day I hate and fear; The cock has crow'd already once, he crows before his time;
  • 56.  
    There is a sound of thunder afar,
    Storm in the South that darkens the day! Storm of battle and thunder of war!
  • 57.  
    Helen's tower, here I stand,
    Dominant over sea and land. Son's love built me, and I hold
  • 58.  
    Hide me, Mother! my Fathers belong'd to the church of old,
    I am driven by storm and sin and death to the ancient fold, I cling to the Catholic Cross once more, to the Faith that saves,
  • 59.  
    OEnone sat within the cave from out
    Whose ivy-matted mouth she used to gaze Down at the Troad; but the goodly view
  • 60.  
    I.
    DOSN'T thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy? Proputty, proputty, proputty--that's what I 'ears 'em saäy.
  • 61.  
    Had the fierce ashes of some fiery peak
    Been hurl'd so high they ranged about the globe? For day by day, thro' many a blood-red eve,
  • 62.  
    Those that of late had fleeted far and fast
    To touch all shores, now leaving to the skill Of others their old craft seaworthy still,
  • 63.  
    King, that hast reign'd six hundred years, and grown
    In power, and ever growest, since thine own Fair Florence honouring thy nativity,
  • 64.  
    While man and woman still are incomplete,
    I prize that soul where man and woman meet, Which types all Nature's male and female plan,
  • 65.  
    I.
    Vex not thou the poet's mind
  • 66.  
    I.
    I had a vision when the night was late:
  • 67.  
    'Summer is coming, summer is coming.
    I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,'
  • 68.  
    A garden here--May breath and bloom of spring--
    The cuckoo yonder from an English elm Crying 'with my false egg I overwhelm
  • 69.  
    Red of the Dawn!
    Screams of a babe in the red-hot palms of a Moloch of Tyre, Man with his brotherless dinner on man in the tropical wood,
  • 70.  
    A Ballad of the Fleet
    1878
  • 71.  
    I.
    WAÄIT till our Sally cooms in, fur thou mun a' sights1 to tell. Eh, but I be maäin glad to seeä tha sa 'arty an' well.
  • 72.  
    Fair things are slow to fade away,
    Bear witness you, that yesterday1 From out the Ghost of Pindar inyou
  • 73.  
    At Francis Allen's on the Christmas-eve,--
    The game of forfeits done--the girls all kiss'd Beneath the sacred bush and past away--
  • 74.  
    A thousand summers ere the time of Christ
    From out his ancient city came a Seer Whom one that loved, and honour'd him, and yet
  • 75.  
    To the Mourners.

  • 76.  
    The gleam of household sunshine ends,
    And here no longer can I rest; Farewell! - You will not speak, my friends,
  • 77.  
    My friend should meet me somewhere hereabout
    To take me to that hiding in the hills.
  • 78.  
    A LEGEND OF THE NAVY

  • 79.  
    My Lords, we heard you speak: you told us all
    That England's honest censure went too far, That our free press should cease to brawl,
  • 80.  
    Act first, this Earth, a stage so gloom'd with woe
    You all but sicken at the shifting scenes. And yet be patient. Our Playwright may show
  • 81.  
    Ralph would fight in Edith's sight,
    For Ralph was Edith's lover, Ralph went down like a fire to the fight,
  • 82.  
    ?
    I am any man's suitor,
  • 83.  
    I.
    You, you, if you shall fail to understand
  • 84.  
    A voice spake out of the skies
    To a just man and a wise-- 'The world and all within it
  • 85.  
    They rose to where their sovran eagle sails,
    They kept their faith, their freedom, on the height, Chaste, frugal, savage, arm'd by day and night
  • 86.  
    THY tuwhits are lull'd I wot,
    Thy tuwhoos of yesternight, Which upon the dark afloat,
  • 87.  
    I.
    We left behind the painted buoy That tosses at the harbor-mouth;
  • 88.  
    I.
    HER, that yer Honour was spakin' to? Whin, yer Honour? last year-- Standin' here be the bridge, when last yer Honour was here?
  • 89.  
    We were two daughters of one race;
    She was the fairest in the face. The wind is blowing in turret and tree.
  • 90.  
    The rain had fallen, the Poet arose,
    He pass'd by the town and out of the street; A light wind blew from the gates of the sun,
  • 91.  
    'Whither, O whither, love, shall we go,
    For a score of sweet little summers or so?' The sweet little wife of the singer said,
  • 92.  
    I.
    Here far away, seen from the topmost cliff, Filling with purple gloom the vacancies
  • 93.  
    I.
    A plague upon the people fell,
  • 94.  
    On Translations of Homer
    Hexameters acrd Pentameters.
  • 95.  
    Rose, on this terrace fifty years ago,
    When I was in my June, you in your May, Two words, 'My Rose,' set all your face aglow,
  • 96.  
    1
    Milk for my sweet-arts, Bess! fur it mun be the time about now When dolly cooms in fro' the far-end close wi' her paäils fro' the cow.
  • 97.  
    Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw,
    Betwixt the green brink and the running foam, Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
  • 98.  
    This thing, that thing is the rage,
    Helter-skelter runs the age; Minds on this round earth of ours
  • 99.  
    ON THE HILL.
    The lights and shadows fly!
  • 100.  
    Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän?
    Noorse? thoort nowt o' a noorse: whoy, doctor's abeän an' agoän: Says that I moänt 'a naw moor aäle: but I beänt a fool:
Total 544 poems written by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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