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").

Lancelot And Elaine

Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,Elaine, the lily maid of Astolat,High in her chamber up a tower to the eastGuarded the sacred shield of..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Spring

Birds' love and birds' songFlying here and there,Birds' songand birds' loveAnd you with gold for hair!Birds' songand birds' lovePassing with the..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Miller's Daughter

It is the miller's daughter,And she is grown so dear, so dear,That I would be the jewelThat trembles in her ear:For hid in ringlets day and night,I'd..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Garden

Excerpt from "Maud"She is coming, my own, my sweet;Were it ever so airy a tread,My heart would hear her and beat,Were it earth in an earthy bed;My..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Deserted House

Life and Thought have gone awaySide by side,Leaving door and windows wide.Careless tenants they!All within is dark as night:In the windows is no..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

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