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 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

Come Into The Garden, Maud

Come into the garden, Maud,For the black bat, Night, has flown,Come into the garden, Maud,I am here at the gate alone;And the woodbine spices are..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Far-Far-Away

(For Music)What sight so lured him thro' the fields he knewAs where earth's green stole into heaven's own hue,Far-far-away?What sound was dearest in..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Boadicea

While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionariesBurnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,Far in the East Boadicea..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

By An Evolutionist

By an EvolutionistThe Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,And the man said, ‘Am I your debtor?’And the Lord–‘Not yet; but make it as..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

O Beauty, Passing Beauty!

O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet!How can thou let me waste my youth in sighs?I only ask to sit beside thy feet.Thou knowest I dare not look..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

After-Thought

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,As being past away. -Vain sympathies!For backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,I see what was, and is, and..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Audley Court

Audley Court‘The Bull, the Fleece are cramm’d, and not a roomFor love or money. Let us picnic thereAt Audley Court.’I spoke, while Audley feastHumm’d..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

The Kraken

Below the thunders of the upper deep,Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleepThe Kraken sleepeth: faintest..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Blow, Bugle, Blow

THE splendour falls on castle wallsAnd snowy summits old in story:The long light shakes across the lakes,And the wild cataract leaps in glory.Blow..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Cradle Song

What does little birdie sayIn her nest at peep of day?Let me fly, says little birdie,Mother, let me fly away.Birdie, rest a little longer,Till thy..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ring Out , Wild Bells

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light;The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.Ring..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Beautiful City

Beautiful cityBeautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion,O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equalhumanity,How..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ask Me No More

Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;But O too..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Come Not When I Am Dead

Come not, when I am dead,To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,To trample round my fallen head,And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save.There..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Lady Of Shalott (1842)

PART IOn either side the river lieLong fields of barley and of rye,That clothe the wold and meet the sky;And thro' the field the road runs byTo..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Flower

Once in a golden hourI cast to earth a seed.Up there came a flower,The people said, a weed.To and fro they wentThro' my garden bower,And muttering..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead

Home they brought her warrior dead:She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:All her maidens, watching, said,‘She must weep or she will die.’Then they praised..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

and Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?

'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’OVID.And ask ye why these sad tears stream?Why these wan eyes are dim with..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;He..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson