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").
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
Minnie And Winnie
Minnie and WinnieSlept in a shell.Sleep, little ladies!And they slept well.Pink was the shell within,Silver without;Sounds of the great seaWander'd..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: Is It, Then, Regret For Buried Time
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
The Princess (Part 1)
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,Of temper amorous, as the first of May,With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a girl,For on my cradle shone..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: The Prelude
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
The Ringlet
'Your ringlets, your ringlets,That look so golden-gay,If you will give me one, but one,To kiss it night and day,The never chilling touch of TimeWill..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In The Valley Of Cauteretz
All along the valley, stream that flashest white,Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night,All along the valley, where thy waters flow,I..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Gareth And Lynette
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,And tallest, Gareth, in a showerful springStared at the spate. A slender-shafted PineLost footing, fell, and..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 55. The Wish, That Of The Living Whol
The wish, that of the living wholeNo life may fail beyond the grave,Derives it not from what we haveThe likest God within the soul?Are God and Nature..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Enoch Arden
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm;And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands;Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharfIn cluster; then a..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131. O Living Will That Shalt Endure
O living will that shalt endureWhen all that seems shall suffer shock,Rise in the spiritual rock,Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure,That we may..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Higher Pantheism
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,-Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns?Is not the Vision He, tho' He..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 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
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 56. So Careful Of The Type? But No
"So careful of the type?" but no.From scarped cliff and quarried stoneShe cries, "A thousand types are gone:I care for nothing, all shall go."Thou..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ode To Memory
I.THOU who stealest fire,From the fountains of the past,To glorify the present, oh, haste,Visit my low desire!Strengthen me, enlighten me!I faint in..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lady Clare
IT was the time when lilies blow,And clouds are highest up in air,Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doeTo give his cousin, Lady Clare.I trow they did..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Summer Night
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
Maud: A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt)
.O that 'twere possible.After long grief and pain.To find the arms of my true love.Round me once again!2.When I was wont to meet her.In the silent..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Requiescat
Fair is her cottage in its place,Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides.It sees itself from thatch to baseDream in the sliding tides.And fairer..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson