Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems
- 51. Epitaph On Caxton
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. Child-songs
The City Child.
- 53. Adeline
Mystery of mysteries, Faintly smiling Adeline,
- 54. Forlorn
'He is fled--I wish him dead-- He that wrought my ruin--
- 55. The Flight
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. Riflemen Form!
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
Helen's tower, here I stand,
Dominant over sea and land. Son's love built me, and I hold
- 58. The Wreck
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. The Death Of Oenone
OEnone sat within the cave from out
Whose ivy-matted mouth she used to gaze Down at the Troad; but the goodly view
- 60. Northern Farmer (new Style)
DOSN'T thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy? Proputty, proputty, proputty--that's what I 'ears 'em saäy.
- 61. St. Telemachus
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. Prefatory Sonnet
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. To Dante
King, that hast reign'd six hundred years, and grown
In power, and ever growest, since thine own Fair Florence honouring thy nativity,
- 64. On One Who Affected An Effeminate Manner
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. The Poet's Mind
Vex not thou the poet's mind
- 66. The Vision Of Sin
I had a vision when the night was late:
- 67. The Throstle
'Summer is coming, summer is coming.
I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,'
- 68. Show-day At Battle Abbey, 1876
A garden here--May breath and bloom of spring--
The cuckoo yonder from an English elm Crying 'with my false egg I overwhelm
- 69. The Dawn
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. The Revenge
A Ballad of the Fleet
- 71. The Northern Cobbler
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. To Professor Jebb
Fair things are slow to fade away,
Bear witness you, that yesterday1 From out the Ghost of Pindar inyou
- 73. The Epic
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. The Ancient Sage
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. The Death Of The Duke Of Clarence And Avondale
To the Mourners.
- 76. The Wanderer
The gleam of household sunshine ends,
And here no longer can I rest; Farewell! - You will not speak, my friends,
- 77. Sir John Oldcastle, Lord Cobham
My friend should meet me somewhere hereabout
To take me to that hiding in the hills.
- 78. The Captain
A LEGEND OF THE NAVY
- 79. The Third Of February, 1852
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. The Play
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. The Tourney
Ralph would fight in Edith's sight,
For Ralph was Edith's lover, Ralph went down like a fire to the fight,
- 82. The 'how' And The 'why'
I am any man's suitor,
- 83. The Fleet
You, you, if you shall fail to understand
- 84. A Voice Spake Out Of The Skies
A voice spake out of the skies
To a just man and a wise-- 'The world and all within it
- 85. Montenegro
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. Second Song
THY tuwhits are lull'd I wot,
Thy tuwhoos of yesternight, Which upon the dark afloat,
- 87. The Voyage
We left behind the painted buoy That tosses at the harbor-mouth;
- 88. Tomorrow
HER, that yer Honour was spakin' to? Whin, yer Honour? last year-- Standin' here be the bridge, when last yer Honour was here?
- 89. The Sisters
We were two daughters of one race;
She was the fairest in the face. The wind is blowing in turret and tree.
- 90. The Poet's Song
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. The Islet
'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. The Lover's Tale
Here far away, seen from the topmost cliff, Filling with purple gloom the vacancies
- 93. The Victim
A plague upon the people fell,
- 94. In Quantity
On Translations of Homer
Hexameters acrd Pentameters.
- 95. The Roses On The Terrace
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. The Spinster's Sweet-arts
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. The Sea-fairies
Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw,
Betwixt the green brink and the running foam, Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
- 98. Poets And Critics
This thing, that thing is the rage,
Helter-skelter runs the age; Minds on this round earth of ours
- 99. The Window
ON THE HILL.
The lights and shadows fly!
- 100. Northern Farmer (old Style)
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: