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").
Mariana
WITH BLACKEST moss the flower-plotsWere thickly crusted, one and all:The rusted nails fell from the knotsThat held the pear to the gable-wall.The..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill At Ease
You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease,Within this region I subsist,Whose spirits falter in the mist,And languish for the purple seas.It is the land that..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam 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
Early Spring
Once more the Heavenly PowerMakes all things new,And domes the red-plowed hillsWith loving blue;The blackbirds have their wills,The throstles..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sea Dreams
A city clerk, but gently born and bred;His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-One babe was theirs, a Margaret, three years old:They, thinking..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Guinevere
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and satThere in the holy house at AlmesburyWeeping, none with her save a little maid,A novice: one low light..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Death Of The Old Year
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,And the winter winds are wearily sighing:Toll ye the church bell sad and slow,And tread softly and speak low,For..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
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