Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems

  • 151.  
    1851
    Farewell, Macready, since to-night we part;
  • 152.  
    I.
    Many a hearth upon our dark globe sighs
  • 153.  
    Glory of warrior, glory of orator, glory of song,
    Paid with a voice flying by to be lost on an endless sea-- Glory of Virtue, to fight, to struggle, to right the wrong--
  • 154.  
    I.
    O well for him whose will is strong!
  • 155.  
    I.
    Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land and sea--
  • 156.  
    I.
    My Rosalind, my Rosalind,
  • 157.  
    Altho' I be the basest of mankind,
    From scalp to sole one slough and crust of sin, Unfit for earth, unfit for heaven, scarce meet
  • 158.  
    I.
    Uplift a thousand voices full and sweet,
  • 159.  
    I.
    To--
  • 160.  
    I.

  • 161.  
    Lady Clara Vere de Vere,
    Of me you shall not win renown: You thought to break a country heart
  • 162.  
    Love thou thy land, with love far-brought
    From out the storied past, and used Within the present, but transfused
  • 163.  
    When will the stream be aweary of flowing
    Under my eye? When will the wind be aweary of blowing
  • 164.  
    Move eastward, happy earth, and leave
    Yon orange sunset waning slow: From fringes of the faded eve,
  • 165.  
    Dead Princess, living Power, if that which lived
    True life live on--and if the fatal kiss, Born of true life and love, divorce thee not
  • 166.  
    The splendor falls on castle walls
    And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes,
  • 167.  
    Old poets foster'd under friendlier skies,
    Old Virgil who would write ten lines, they say, At dawn, and lavish all the golden day
  • 168.  
    Low-flying breezes are roaming the broad valley dimm'd in the gloaming;
    Thro' the black-stemm'd pines only the far river shines. Creeping thro' blossomy rushes and bowers of rose-blowing bushes,
  • 169.  
    Who can say
    Why To-day To-morrow will be yesterday?
  • 170.  
    I.
    Thy dark eyes open'd not,
  • 171.  
    O thou most holy Friendship! wheresoe'er
    Thy dwelling be--for in the courts of man But seldom thine all-heavenly voice we hear,
  • 172.  
    Eyes not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed
    With the clear-pointed flame of chastity, Clear, without heat, undying, tended by
  • 173.  
    EMMIE
    I.
  • 174.  
    PART I
    I.
  • 175.  
    Two children in two neighbor villages
    Playing mad pranks along the heathy leas; Two strangers meeting at a festival;
  • 176.  
    'Frater Ave atque Vale'
    Row us out from Desenzano, to your Sirmione row!
  • 177.  
    WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF THE
    PRINCE OF WALES
  • 178.  
    I.
    Thou art not steep'd in golden languors,
  • 179.  
    What time the mighty moon was gathering light
    Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise, And all about him roll'd his lustrous eyes;
  • 180.  
    The winds, as at their hour of birth,
    Leaning upon the ridged sea, Breathed low around the rolling earth
  • 181.  
    I.
    My life is full of weary days,
  • 182.  
    My heart is wasted with my woe,
    Oriana. There is no rest for me below,
  • 183.  
    I.
    What be those crown'd forms high over the sacred fountain?
  • 184.  
    Her arms across her breast she laid;
    She was more fair than words can say; Barefooted came the beggar maid
  • 185.  
    I.
    Nature, so far as in her lies,
  • 186.  
    Farewell, whose like on earth I shall not find,
    Whose Faith and Work were bells of full accord, My friend, the most unworldly of mankind,
  • 187.  
    There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier
    Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen,
  • 188.  
    O blackbird! sing me something well:
    While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,
  • 189.  
    O God! my God! have mercy now.
    I faint, I fall. Men say that Thou Didst die for me, for such as me,
  • 190.  
    He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
    Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
  • 191.  
    Ah God! the petty fools of rhyme
    That shriek and sweat in pigmy wars Before the stony face of Time,
  • 192.  
    Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
    The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights:
  • 193.  
    I
    The charge of the gallant three hundred, the Heavy
  • 194.  
    What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew
    As where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue,
  • 195.  
    The foes of the east have come down on our shore,
    And the state and the strength of Peru are no more: Oh! curs'd, doubly curs'd, was that desolate hour,
  • 196.  
    Come not, when I am dead,
    To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head,
  • 197.  
    'Tis midnight o'er the dim mere's lonely bosom,
    Dark, dusky, windy midnight: swift are driven The swelling vapours onward: every blossom
  • 198.  
    O thou that sendest out the man
    To rule by land and sea, Strong mother of a Lion-line,
  • 199.  
    I.
    Fifty times the rose has flower'd and faded,
  • 200.  
    I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade,
    'The Legend of Good Women,' long ago Sung by the morning star of song, who made
Total 544 poems written by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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