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").
Sir Galahad
MY good blade carves the casques of men,My tough lance thrusteth sure,My strength is as the strength of ten,Because my heart is pure.The shattering..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The War
There is a sound of thunder afar,Storm in the south that darkens the day,Storm of battle and thunder of war,Well, if it do not roll our way.Form!..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Oak
Live thy Life,Young and old,Like yon oak,Bright in spring,Living gold;Summer-richThen; and thenAutumn-changedSoberer-huedGold again.All his..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Morte D'Arthur
So all day long the noise of battle roll'dAmong the mountains by the winter sea;Until King Arthur's table, man by man,Had fallen in Lyonnesse about..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Dedication
DedicationThese to His Memory--since he held them dear,Perchance as finding there unconsciouslySome image of himself--I dedicate,I dedicate, I..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Politics
We move, the wheel must always move,Nor always on the plain,And if we move to such a goalAs wisdom hopes to gain,Then you that drive, and know your..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
ŒNone
There lies a vale in Ida, lovelierThan all the valleys of Ionian hills.The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen,Puts forth an arm, and creeps from..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Tithonus
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,And after many..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be!
O, were I loved as I desire to be!What is there in the great sphere of the earth,Or range of evil between death and birth,That I should fear, - if I..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sweet And Low
Sweet and low, sweet and low,Wind of the western sea,Low, low, breathe and blow,Wind of the western sea!Over the rolling waters go,Come from the..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Fatima
O LOVE, Love, Love! O withering might!O sun, that from thy noonday heightShudderest when I strain my sight,Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light,Lo..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 126. Love Is And Was My Lord And King
Love is and was my Lord and King,And in his presence I attendTo hear the tidings of my friend,Which every hour his couriers bring.Love is and was my..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Owl
When cats run home and light is come,And dew is cold upon the ground,And the far-off stream is dumb,And the whirring sail goes round,And the whirring..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Demeter And Persephone
Faint as a climate-changing bird that fliesAll night across the darkness, and at dawnFalls on the threshold of her native land,And can no more, thou..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Locksley Hall
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn:Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn.'T is the place, and..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Lotos-Eaters
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land,"This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon."In the afternoon they came unto a landIn which it..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Come Down, O Maid
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..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Now Sleeps The Crimson Petal
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
Claribel: A Melody
Where Claribel low-liethThe breezes pause and die,Letting the rose-leaves fall:But the solemn oak-tree sigheth,Thick-leaved, ambrosial,With an..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Battle Of Brunanburgh
Athelstan King,Lord among Earls,Bracelet-bestower andBaron of Barons,He with his brother,Edmund Atheling,Gaining a lifelongGlory in battle,Slew with..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Charge Of The Light Brigade
Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward,All in the valley of DeathRode the six hundred.'Forward, the Light Brigade!Charge for the guns! '..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam 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
Beauty
Oh, Beauty, passing beauty! sweetest Sweet!How canst thou let me waste my youth in sighs;I only ask to sit beside thy feet.Thou knowest I dare not..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Freedom
Of old sat Freedom on the heights,The thunders breaking at her feet:Above her shook the starry lights:She heard the torrents meet.There in her place..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Amphion
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..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson