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 Letters
Still on the tower stood the vane,A black yew gloomed the stagnant air,I peered athwart the chancel paneAnd saw the altar cold and bare.A clog of..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess: A Medley: O Swallow
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee.O tell her, Swallow..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Geraint And Enid
O purblind race of miserable men,How many among us at this very hourDo forge a life-long trouble for ourselves,By taking true for false, or false for..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 44. How Fares It With The Happy Dead?
How fares it with the happy dead?For here the man is more and more;But he forgets the days beforeGod shut the doorways of his head.The days have..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Skipping-Rope
SURE never yet was antelopeCould skip so lightly by.Stand off, or else my skipping-ropeWill hit you in the eye.How lightly Whirls the skipping-rope..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess (Part 2)
At break of day the College Portress came:She brought us Academic silks, in hueThe lilac, with a silken hood to each,And zoned with gold; and now..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 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
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 121. Sad Hesper O'Er The Buried Sun
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sunAnd ready, thou, to die with him,Thou watchest all things ever dimAnd dimmer, and a glory done:The team is loosen'd..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess: A Medley: As Thro' The Land
As thro' the land at eve we went,And pluck'd the ripen'd ears,We fell out, my wife and I,O we fell out I know not why,And kiss'd again with tears.And..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Marriage Of Geraint
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,A tributary prince of Devon, oneOf that great Order of the Table Round,Had married Enid, Yniol's only..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
How Thought You That This Thing Could Captivate?
How thought you that this thing could captivate?What are those graces that could make her dear,Who is not worth the notice of a sneer,To rouse the..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 67. When On My Bed The Moonlight Fall
When on my bed the moonlight falls,I know that in thy place of restBy that broad water of the west,There comes a glory on the walls:Thy marble bright..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess: A Medley: Tears, Idle Tears
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,Tears from the depth of some divine despairRise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,In looking on the..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lucretius
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, foundHer master cold; for when the morning flushOf passion and the first embrace had diedBetween them, tho' he loved..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit Mdcccxxxiii: 3. O Sorrow, Cruel
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
The Palace Of Art
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house,Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.I said, "O Soul, make merry and carouse,Dear soul, for all is well."A huge..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sir Launcelot And Queen Guinevere
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain,With tears and smiles from heaven againThe maiden Spring upon the plainCame in a sun-lit fall of rain.In crystal..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 78. Again At Christmas Did We Weave
Again at Christmas did we weaveThe holly round the Christmas hearth;The silent snow possess'd the earth,And calmly fell our Christmas-eve:The..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Move Eastward, Happy Earth
Move eastward, happy earth, and leaveYon orange sunset waning slow:From fringes of the faded eve,O, happy planet, eastward go:Till over thy dark..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Hendecasyllabics
O you chorus of indolent reviewers,Irresponsible, indolent reviewers,Look, I come to the test, a tiny poemAll composed in a metre of Catullus,All in..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 105. To-Night Ungather'D Let Us Leave
To-night ungather'd let us leaveThis laurel, let this holly stand:We live within the stranger's land,And strangely falls our Christmas-eve.Our..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Late, Late, So Late
Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.No light had..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Mermaid
IWho would beA mermaid fair,Singing alone,Combing her hairUnder the sea,In a golden curlWith a comb of pearl,On a throne?III would be a mermaid..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 2. Old Yew, Which Graspest At The Sto
Old Yew, which graspest at the stonesThat name the under-lying dead,Thy fibres net the dreamless head,Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.The seasons..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Cxv: Spring
Now fades the last long streak of snow,Now burgeons every maze of quickAbout the flowering squares, and thickBy ashen roots the violets blow.Now..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson