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Enoch Arden poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf In cluster; then a moulder’d church; and higher A long street climbs to one tall-tower’d mill; And high in heaven behind it a gray down With Danish barrows; and […]
Duet poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
1. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear in the pine overhead? 2. No; but the voice of the deep as it hollows the cliffs of the land. 1. Is there a voice coming up with the voice of the deep from the strand, Once coming up with a Song in […]
Demeter And Persephone poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of her native land, And can no more, thou camest, O my child, Led upward by the God of ghosts and dreams, Who laid thee at Eleusis, dazed and dumb, With passing thro’ at once […]
Dedication poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Dedication These to His Memory–since he held them dear, Perchance as finding there unconsciously Some image of himself–I dedicate, I dedicate, I consecrate with tears– These Idylls. And indeed He seems to me Scarce other than my king’s ideal knight, `Who reverenced his conscience as his king; Whose glory was, redressing human wrong; Who […]
Cradle Song poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
What does little birdie say In her nest at peep of day? Let me fly, says little birdie, Mother, let me fly away. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till thy little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer, Then she flies away. What does little baby say, In her bed at peep […]
Come not when I am dead poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no […]
Come Into The Garden, Maud poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to […]
Come Into the Garde, Maud poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the roses blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to […]
Come down, O Maid poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
COME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang), In height and cold, the splendour of the hills? But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine, To sit a star upon the sparkling spire; And come, for […]
Claribel: A Melody poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall: But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With an ancient melody Of an inward agony, Where Claribel low-lieth. At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone: At noon the wild bee hummeth About the moss’d headstone: At midnight the moon cometh, […]
Claribel poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall: But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With an ancient melody Of an inward agony, Where Claribel low-lieth. At eve the beetle boometh Athwart the thicket lone: At noon the wild bee hummeth About the moss’d headstone: At midnight the moon cometh, […]
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The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man, And the man said, âAm I your debtor?â And the Lord-âNot yet; but make it as clean as you can, And then I will let you a better.â I. If my body come from brutes, my soul uncertain or a […]
Break, Break, Break poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the fisherman’s boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! […]
Boadicea poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess, Far in the East Boadicea, standing loftily charioted, Mad and maddening all that heard her in her fierce volubility, Girt by half the tribes of Britain, near the colony Camulodune, Yell’d and shriek’d […]
Blow, Bugle, Blow poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
THE splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! […]
Beautiful City poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Beautiful city Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion, O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal humanity, How often your Re-volution has proven but E-volution Roll’d again back on itself in the tides of a civic insanity! […]
Battle Of Brunanburgh poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Athelstan King, Lord among Earls, Bracelet-bestower and Baron of Barons, He with his brother, Edmund Atheling, Gaining a lifelong Glory in battle, Slew with the sword-edge There by Brunanburh, Brake the shield-wall, Hew’d the lindenwood, Hack’d the battleshield, Sons of Edward with hammer’d brands. Theirs was a greatness Got from their Grandsires– Theirs that […]
Balin and Balan poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered tributary, failed of late To send his tribute; wherefore Arthur called His treasurer, one of many years, and spake, ‘Go thou with him and him and bring it to us, Lest we should set […]
Audley Court poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
‘The Bull, the Fleece are cramm’d, and not a room For love or money. Let us picnic there At Audley Court.’ I spoke, while Audley feast Humm’d like a hive all round the narrow quay, To Francis, with a basket on his arm, To Francis just alighted from the boat, And breathing of […]
Ask Me No More poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape, With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape; But O too fond, when have I answer’d thee? Ask me no more. Ask me no more: what answer should I give? I love not […]
And ask ye why these sad tears stream? poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’ OVID. And ask ye why these sad tears stream? Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping? I had a dream–a lovely dream, Of her that in the grave is sleeping. I saw her as ’twas yesterday, The bloom upon her cheek still glowing; And round her play’d a […]
Amphion poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree, And waster than a warren: Yet say the neighbours when they call, It is not bad but good land, And in it is the germ of all That grows within the woodland. O had […]
All Things Will Die poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing Under my eye; Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing Over the sky. One after another the white clouds are fleeting; Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating Full merrily; Yet all things must die. The stream will cease to flow; […]
Alfred Lord Tennyson; The Coming Of Arthur poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child; And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth, Guinevere, and in her his one delight. For many a petty king ere Arthur came Ruled in this isle, and ever waging war Each upon other, wasted all the land; And […]
After-Thought poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, As being past away. -Vain sympathies! For backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes, I see what was, and is, and will abide; Still glides the Stream, and shall not cease to glide; The Form remains, the Function never dies; While we, the brave, the […]
A Farewell poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river: Nowhere by thee my steps shall be For ever and for ever. But here will sigh thine […]
You Say You Love poem – John Keats poems
I You say you love ; but with a voice Chaster than a nun’s, who singeth The soft Vespers to herself While the chime-bell ringeth- O love me truly! II You say you love; but with a smile Cold as sunrise in September, As you were Saint Cupid ‘s nun, And kept his […]
Written In The Cottage Where Burns Was Born poem – John Keats poems
This mortal body of a thousand days Now fills, O Burns, a space in thine own room, Where thou didst dream alone on budded bays, Happy and thoughtless of thy day of doom! My pulse is warm with thine old barley-bree, My head is light with pledging a great soul, My eyes are […]
Woman! When I Behold Thee Flippant, Vain poem – John Keats poems
Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies; Without that modest softening that enhances The downcast eye, repentant of the pain That its mild light creates to heal again: E’en then, elate, my spirit leaps, and prances, E’en then my soul with exultation dances For that to […]
What The Thrush Said. Lines From A Letter To John Hamilton Reynolds poem – John Keats poems
O thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist And the black elm tops ‘mong the freezing stars, To thee the spring will be a harvest-time. O thou, whose only book has been the light Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on Night after […]
Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles poem – John Keats poems
I. Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak Definitively of these mighty things; Forgive me, that I have not eagle’s wings, That what I want I know not where to seek, And think that I would not be over-meek, In rolling out upfollowed thunderings, Even to the steep of Heliconian springs, Were I […]
Two Sonnets On Fame poem – John Keats poems
I. Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy To those who woo her with too slavish knees, But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy, And dotes the more upon a heart at ease; She is a Gypsy,-will not speak to those Who have not learnt to be content without her; A […]
Two Or Three poem – John Keats poems
Two or three Posies With two or three simples– Two or three Noses With two or three pimples– Two or three wise men And two or three ninny’s– Two or three guineas– Two or three raps At two or three doors– Two or three naps Of two or three hours– Two or three […]
Translated From A Sonnet Of Ronsard poem – John Keats poems
Nature withheld Cassandra in the skies For more adornment a full thousand years; She took their cream of Beauty’s fairest dyes, And shap’d and tinted her above all Peers: Meanwhile Love kept her dearly with his wings, And underneath their shadow fill’d her eyes With such a richness that the cloudy Kings Of […]
To The Ladies Who Saw Me Crowned poem – John Keats poems
WHAT is there in the universal Earth More lovely than a Wreath from the bay tree? Haply a Halo round the Moon a glee Circling from three sweet pair of Lips in Mirth; And haply you will say the dewy birth Of morning Roses ripplings tenderly Spread by the Halcyon’s breast upon the […]
To Some Ladies poem – John Keats poems
What though while the wonders of nature exploring, I cannot your light, mazy footsteps attend; Nor listen to accents, that almost adoring, Bless Cynthia’s face, the enthusiast’s friend: Yet over the steep, whence the mountain stream rushes, With you, kindest friends, in idea I rove; Mark the clear tumbling crystal, its passionate gushes, […]
To George Felton Mathew poem – John Keats poems
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song; Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to view A fate more pleasing, a delight more true Than that in which the brother Poets joy’d, Who with combined powers, their wit employ’d To raise a trophy to the drama’s muses. […]
To Charles Cowden Clarke poem – John Keats poems
Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning, And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning; He slants his neck beneath the waters bright So silently, it seems a beam of light Come from the galaxy: anon he sports,– With outspread wings the Naiad Zephyr courts, Or ruffles all the surface of […]
The Gadfly poem – John Keats poems
1. All gentle folks who owe a grudge To any living thing Open your ears and stay your t[r]udge Whilst I in dudgeon sing. 2. The Gadfly he hath stung me sore– O may he ne’er sting you! But we have many a horrid bore He may sting black and blue. 3. Has […]