Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
In The Valley Of Cauteretz
All along the valley, stream that flashest white,Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night,All along the valley, where thy waters flow,I..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Gareth And Lynette
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,And tallest, Gareth, in a showerful springStared at the spate. A slender-shafted PineLost footing, fell, and..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 55. The Wish, That Of The Living Whol
The wish, that of the living wholeNo life may fail beyond the grave,Derives it not from what we haveThe likest God within the soul?Are God and Nature..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Enoch Arden
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm;And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands;Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharfIn cluster; then a..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131. O Living Will That Shalt Endure
O living will that shalt endureWhen all that seems shall suffer shock,Rise in the spiritual rock,Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure,That we may..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Higher Pantheism
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,-Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns?Is not the Vision He, tho' He..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 16. I Envy Not In Any Moods
I envy not in any moodsThe captive void of noble rage,The linnet born within the cage,That never knew the summer woods:I envy not the beast that..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 56. So Careful Of The Type? But No
"So careful of the type?" but no.From scarped cliff and quarried stoneShe cries, "A thousand types are gone:I care for nothing, all shall go."Thou..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ode To Memory
I.THOU who stealest fire,From the fountains of the past,To glorify the present, oh, haste,Visit my low desire!Strengthen me, enlighten me!I faint in..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lady Clare
IT was the time when lilies blow,And clouds are highest up in air,Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doeTo give his cousin, Lady Clare.I trow they did..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Summer Night
NOW sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:The firefly wakens:..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Maud: A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt)
.O that 'twere possible.After long grief and pain.To find the arms of my true love.Round me once again!2.When I was wont to meet her.In the silent..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Requiescat
Fair is her cottage in its place,Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides.It sees itself from thatch to baseDream in the sliding tides.And fairer..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
To The Queen
O loyal to the royal in thyself,And loyal to thy land, as this to thee--Bear witness, that rememberable day,When, pale as yet, and fever-worn, the..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 22. The Path By Which We Twain Did Go
The path by which we twain did go,Which led by tracts that pleased us well,Thro' four sweet years arose and fell,From flower to flower, from snow to..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
From 'The Princess'
'Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:The fire-fly..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit: 124. That Which We Dare Invoke
That which we dare invoke to bless;Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt;He, They, One, All; within, without;The Power in darkness whom we guess;I..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Grandmother
I.And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man.And Willy's wife has written:..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship,O Priestess in the vaults of Death,O sweet and bitter in a breath,What whispers from thy lying lip?"The stars," she..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 72. Risest Thou Thus, Dim Dawn, Again
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,And howlest, issuing out of night,With blasts that blow the poplar white,And lash with storm the streaming..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Passing Of Arthur
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,First made and latest left of all the knights,Told, when the man was no more than a voiceIn the white winter..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam 82: I Wage Not Any Feud With Death
I wage not any feud with DeathFor changes wrought on form and face;No lower life that earth's embraceMay breed with him, can fright my faith.Eternal..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Idylls Of The King: The Passing Of Arthur (Excerpt)
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,First made and latest left of all the knights,Told, when the man was no more than a voiceIn the white winter..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45. The Baby New To Earth And Sky
The baby new to earth and sky,What time his tender palm is prestAgainst the circle of the breast,Has never thought that "this is I":But as he grows..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
St. Agnes' Eve
Deep on the convent-roof the snowsAre sparkling to the moon:My breath to heaven like vapour goes;May my soul follow soon!The shadows of the..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson