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").
To The Queen
O loyal to the royal in thyself,And loyal to thy land, as this to thee--Bear witness, that rememberable day,When, pale as yet, and fever-worn, the..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 22. The Path By Which We Twain Did Go
The path by which we twain did go,Which led by tracts that pleased us well,Thro' four sweet years arose and fell,From flower to flower, from snow to..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
From 'The Princess'
'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 fire-fly..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit: 124. That Which We Dare Invoke
That which we dare invoke to bless;Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt;He, They, One, All; within, without;The Power in darkness whom we guess;I..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Grandmother
I.And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man.And Willy's wife has written:..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship
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
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 72. Risest Thou Thus, Dim Dawn, Again
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,And howlest, issuing out of night,With blasts that blow the poplar white,And lash with storm the streaming..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Passing Of Arthur
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,First made and latest left of all the knights,Told, when the man was no more than a voiceIn the white winter..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam 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
Idylls Of The King: The Passing Of Arthur (Excerpt)
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,First made and latest left of all the knights,Told, when the man was no more than a voiceIn the white winter..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45. The Baby New To Earth And Sky
The baby new to earth and sky,What time his tender palm is prestAgainst the circle of the breast,Has never thought that "this is I":But as he grows..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
St. Agnes' Eve
Deep on the convent-roof the snowsAre sparkling to the moon:My breath to heaven like vapour goes;May my soul follow soon!The shadows of the..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
To Virgil
Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the Nineteenth Centenary ofVirgil's DeathRoman Virgil, thou that singestIlion's lofty temples robed in..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 11. Calm Is The Morn Without A Sound
Calm is the morn without a sound,Calm as to suit a calmer grief,And only thro' the faded leafThe chestnut pattering to the ground:Calm and deep peace..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5. Sometimes I Hold It Half A Sin
I sometimes hold it half a sinTo put in words the grief I feel;For words, like Nature, half revealAnd half conceal the Soul within.But, for the..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
To E. Fitzgerald: Tiresias
OLD FITZ, who from your suburb grange,Where once I tarried for a while,Glance at the wheeling orb of change,And greet it with a kindly smile;Whom yet..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Marriage Morning
Light, so low upon earth,You send a flash to the sun.Here is the golden close of love,All my wooing is done.Oh, the woods and the meadows,Woods where..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Holy Grail
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess doneIn tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale,Whom Arthur and his knighthood called The Pure,Had passed into the..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Merlin And Vivien
A storm was coming, but the winds were still,And in the wild woods of Broceliande,Before an oak, so hollow, huge and oldIt looked a tower of ivied..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Splendor Falls
The splendor falls on castle wallsAnd snowy summits old in story:The long light shakes across the lakesAnd the wild cataract leaps in glory.Blow..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Duet
1. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hearin the pine overhead?2. No; but the voice of the deep as it hollowsthe cliffs of the land.1. Is there a..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 7. Dark House, By Which Once More I S
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.: 54. Oh, Yet We Trust That Somehow Goo
Oh, yet we trust that somehow goodWill be the final end of ill,To pangs of nature, sins of will,Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;That nothing..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Coming Of Arthur
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,Had one fair daughter, and none other child;And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth,Guinevere, and in her his..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Flower In The Crannied Wall
Flower in the crannied wall,I pluck you out of the crannies,I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,Little flower-but if I could understandWhat you..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson