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").
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
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