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").
The Tears Of Heaven
Heaven weeps above the earth all night till morn,In darkness weeps, as all ashamed to weep,Because the earth hath made her state forlornWith..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Two Voices
A still small voice spake unto me,"Thou art so full of misery,Were it not better not to be?"Then to the still small voice I said;"Let me not cast in..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Love and Sorrow
O maiden, fresher than the first green leafWith which the fearful springtide flecks the lea,Weep not, Almeida, that I said to theeThat thou hast half..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By Night We Linger'D On The Lawn
By night we linger'd on the lawn,For underfoot the herb was dry;And genial warmth; and o'er the skyThe silvery haze of summer drawn;And calm that let..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Northern Farmer: New Style
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy?Proputty, proputty, proputty--that's what I 'ears 'em saäy.Proputty, proputty, proputty--Sam..
© 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
The Last Tournament
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his moodHad made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round,At Camelot, high above the yellowing woods,Danced like a..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lxxxiii: Spring
Dip down upon the northern shore,O sweet new-year, delaying long;Thou doest expectant Nature wrong,Delaying long, delay no more.What stays thee from..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: Preface
Strong Son of God, immortal Love,Whom we, that have not seen thy face,By faith, and faith alone, embrace,Believing where we cannot prove;Thine are..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Obiit Mdcccxxxiii (Entire)
Strong Son of God, immortal Love,Whom we, that have not seen thy face,By faith, and faith alone, embrace,Believing where we cannot prove;Thine are..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Hands All Round
First pledge our Queen this solemn night,Then drink to England, every guest;That man’s the best CosmopoliteWho loves his native country best.May..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess (Part 7)
So was their sanctuary violated,So their fair college turned to hospital;At first with all confusion: by and bySweet order lived again with other..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
O True And Tried
O true and tried, so well and long,Demand not thou a marriage lay;In that it is thy marriage dayIs music more than any song.Nor have I felt so much..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Gigantic Daughter Of The West,
Gigantic daughter of the West,We drink to thee across the flood,We know thee most, we love thee best,For art thou not of British blood?Should war's..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In The Garden At Swainston
NIGHTINGALES warbled without,Within was weeping for thee:Shadows of three dead menWalk'd in the walks with me:Shadows of three dead men, and thou..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Recollection Of The Arabian Nights
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew freeIn the silken sail of infancy,The tide of time flow'd back with me,The forward-flowing tide of time;And..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Milton (Alcaics)
O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies,O skill'd to sing of Time or Eternity,God-gifted organ-voice of England,Milton, a name to resound for..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Defence Of Lucknow
IBANNER of England, not for a season, O banner of Britain, hast thouFloated in conquering battle or flapt to the battle-cry!Never with mightier glory..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Progress Of Spring
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould,Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea,Wavers on her thin stem the snowdrop coldThat trembles..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Idylls Of The King: The Last Tournament (Excerpt)
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his moodHad made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round,At Camelot, high above the yellowing woods,Danced like a..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess: A Medley: Our Enemies Have Fall'N
Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed,The little seed they laugh'd at in the dark,Has risen and cleft the soil, and grown a bulkOf spanless..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H. 7
Dark house, by which once more I standHere in the long unlovely street,Doors, where my heart was used to beatSo quickly, waiting for a hand,A hand..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H. 116
Is it, then, regret for buried timeThat keenlier in sweet April wakes,And meets the year, and gives and takesThe colours of the crescent prime?Not..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lilian
IAiry, Fairy Lilian,Flitting, fairy Lilian,When I ask her if she love me,Claps her tiny hands above me,Laughing all she can;She 'll not tell me if..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess (Prologue)
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's dayGave his broad lawns until the set of sunUp to the people: thither flocked at noonHis tenants, wife and child..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson