Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems
To W.c. Macready 1851
Farewell, Macready, since to-night we part;
Many a hearth upon our dark globe sighs
Wages 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--
O well for him whose will is strong!
Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land and sea--
My Rosalind, my Rosalind,
St. Simeon Stylites 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
Ode Sung At The Opening Of The International Exhibition I.
Uplift a thousand voices full and sweet,
Early Sonnets I.
Song: 'a Spirit Haunts The Year's Last Hours I.
Lady Clara Vere De Vere Lady Clara Vere de Vere,
Of me you shall not win renown:
You thought to break a country heart
Love Thou Thy Land, With Love Far-brought Love thou thy land, with love far-brought
From out the storied past, and used
Within the present, but transfused
Nothing Will Die When will the stream be aweary of flowing
Under my eye?
When will the wind be aweary of blowing
Move Eastward, Happy Earth, And Leave Move eastward, happy earth, and leave
Yon orange sunset waning slow:
From fringes of the faded eve,
Dedicatory Poem To The Princess Alice 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
The Splender Falls The splendor falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story;
The long light shakes across the lakes,
Poets And Their Bibliographies Old poets foster'd under friendlier skies,
Old Virgil who would write ten lines, they say,
At dawn, and lavish all the golden day
Leonine Elegiacs 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,
Song: 'who Can Say' Who can say
To-morrow will be yesterday?
Thy dark eyes open'd not,
Friendship O thou most holy Friendship! wheresoe'er
Thy dwelling be--for in the courts of man
But seldom thine all-heavenly voice we hear,
Isabel Eyes not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed
With the clear-pointed flame of chastity,
Clear, without heat, undying, tended by
In The Children's Hospital EMMIE
Maud; A Monodrama PART I
Circumstance Two children in two neighbor villages
Playing mad pranks along the heathy leas;
Two strangers meeting at a festival;
Frater Ave Atque Vale 'Frater Ave atque Vale'
Row us out from Desenzano, to your Sirmione row!
Opening Of The Indian And Colonial Exhibition By The Queen WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF THE
PRINCE OF WALES
Thou art not steep'd in golden languors,
Love And Death What time the mighty moon was gathering light
Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise,
And all about him roll'd his lustrous eyes;
Song: 'the Winds, As At Their Hour Of Birth The winds, as at their hour of birth,
Leaning upon the ridged sea,
Breathed low around the rolling earth
My Life Is Full Of Weary Days I.
My life is full of weary days,
The Ballad Of Oriana My heart is wasted with my woe,
There is no rest for me below,
What be those crown'd forms high over the sacred fountain?
The Beggar Maid Her arms across her breast she laid;
She was more fair than words can say;
Barefooted came the beggar maid
On A Mourner I.
Nature, so far as in her lies,
In Memoriam W. G. Ward 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,
Oenone There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier
Than all the valleys of Ionian hills.
The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen,
The Blackbird O blackbird! sing me something well:
While all the neighbors shoot thee round,
I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground,
Supposed Confessions Of A Second-rate Sensitive Mind O God! my God! have mercy now.
I faint, I fall. Men say that Thou
Didst die for me, for such as me,
The Eagle (a Fragment ) He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
Literary Squabbles Ah God! the petty fools of rhyme
That shriek and sweat in pigmy wars
Before the stony face of Time,
Of Old Sat Freedom Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights:
The Charge Of The Heavy Brigade At Balaclava I
The charge of the gallant three hundred, the Heavy
Far--far--away What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knew
As where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue,
Lamentation Of The Peruvians 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,
Come Not, When I Am Dead Come not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
Midnight 'Tis midnight o'er the dim mere's lonely bosom,
Dark, dusky, windy midnight: swift are driven
The swelling vapours onward: every blossom
England And America In 1782 O thou that sendest out the man
To rule by land and sea,
Strong mother of a Lion-line,
On The Jubilee Of Queen Victoria I.
Fifty times the rose has flower'd and faded,
A Dream Of Fair Women 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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Poetry by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
GOD to his untaught children sent
Law, order, knowledge, art, from high,
And ev'ry heav'nly favour lent,
The world's hard lot to qualify.
They knew not how they should behave,
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