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 Princess (Part 7)
So was their sanctuary violated,So their fair college turned to hospital;At first with all confusion: by and bySweet order lived again with other..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
O True And Tried
O true and tried, so well and long,Demand not thou a marriage lay;In that it is thy marriage dayIs music more than any song.Nor have I felt so much..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Gigantic Daughter Of The West,
Gigantic daughter of the West,We drink to thee across the flood,We know thee most, we love thee best,For art thou not of British blood?Should war's..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In The Garden At Swainston
NIGHTINGALES warbled without,Within was weeping for thee:Shadows of three dead menWalk'd in the walks with me:Shadows of three dead men, and thou..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Recollection Of The Arabian Nights
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew freeIn the silken sail of infancy,The tide of time flow'd back with me,The forward-flowing tide of time;And..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Milton (Alcaics)
O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies,O skill'd to sing of Time or Eternity,God-gifted organ-voice of England,Milton, a name to resound for..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Defence Of Lucknow
IBANNER of England, not for a season, O banner of Britain, hast thouFloated in conquering battle or flapt to the battle-cry!Never with mightier glory..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Progress Of Spring
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould,Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea,Wavers on her thin stem the snowdrop coldThat trembles..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Idylls Of The King: The Last Tournament (Excerpt)
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his moodHad made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round,At Camelot, high above the yellowing woods,Danced like a..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess: A Medley: Our Enemies Have Fall'N
Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed,The little seed they laugh'd at in the dark,Has risen and cleft the soil, and grown a bulkOf spanless..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H. 7
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. 116
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
Lilian
IAiry, Fairy Lilian,Flitting, fairy Lilian,When I ask her if she love me,Claps her tiny hands above me,Laughing all she can;She 'll not tell me if..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess (Prologue)
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's dayGave his broad lawns until the set of sunUp to the people: thither flocked at noonHis tenants, wife and child..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 50. Be Near Me When My Light Is Low
Be near me when my light is low,When the blood creeps, and the nerves prickAnd tingle; and the heart is sick,And all the wheels of Being slow.Be near..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Pelleas And Ettarre
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gapLeft by the Holy Quest; and as he satIn hall at old Caerleon, the high doorsWere softly sundered, and..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Northern Farmer: Old Style
Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän?Noorse? thoort nowt o' a noorse: whoy, Doctor's abeän an' agoän;Says that I moänt 'a naw moor..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Talking Oak
Once more the gate behind me falls;Once more before my faceI see the moulder'd Abbey-walls,That stand within the chace.Beyond the lodge the city..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess (Part 4)
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and rest;' and weDown from the lean and..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess: A Medley: Come Down, O Maid
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang)In height and cold, the splendour of the hills?But..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess (Part 6)
My dream had never died or lived again.As in some mystic middle state I lay;Seeing I saw not, hearing not I heard:Though, if I saw not, yet they told..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess (Part 3)
Morn in the wake of the morning starCame furrowing all the orient into gold.We rose, and each by other drest with careDescended to the court that lay..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Mariana In The South
With one black shadow at its feet,The house thro' all the level shines,Close-latticed to the brooding heat,And silent in its dusty vines:A faint-blue..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 99. Risest Thou Thus, Dim Dawn, Again
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,So loud with voices of the birds,So thick with lowings of the herds,Day, when I lost the flower of men;Who..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice Is Heard
Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,That beat to battle where he stands;Thy face across his fancy comes,And gives the battle to his hands:A..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson