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 Lord Of Burleigh
IN her ear he whispers gaily,'If my heart by signs can tell,Maiden, I have watch'd thee daily,And I think thou lov'st me well.'She replies, in..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 83. Dip Down Upon The Northern Shore
Dip down upon the northern shoreO sweet new-year delaying long;Thou doest expectant nature wrong;Delaying long, delay no more.What stays thee from..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess: A Medley: Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead
Home they brought her warrior dead:She nor swoon'd nor utter'd cry:All her maidens, watching, said,"She must weep or she will die."Then they praised..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
To Edward Lear: On His Travels In Greece
Illyrian woodlands, echoing fallsOf water, sheets of summer glass,The long divine Peneian pass,The vast Akrokeraunian walls,Tomohrit, Athos, all..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
To J. S.
The wind, that beats the mountain, blowsMore softly round the open wold,And gently comes the world to thoseThat are cast in gentle mould.And me this..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 6. One Writes, That Other Friends Rem
One writes, that "Other friends remain,"That "Loss is common to the race"--And common is the commonplace,And vacant chaff well meant for grain.That..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Of Old Sat Freedom On The Heights
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
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 15. To-Night The Winds Begin To Rise
To-night the winds begin to riseAnd roar from yonder dropping day:The last red leaf is whirl'd away,The rooks are blown about the skies;The forest..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess: A Medley: 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
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 39. Old Warder Of These Buried Bones
Old warder of these buried bones,And answering now my random strokeWith fruitful cloud and living smoke,Dark yew, that graspest at the stonesAnd..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Idylls Of The King: Song From The Marriage Of Geraint
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud;Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess (Part 5)
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' I.'The second two:..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 118. Contemplate All This Work Of Tim
Contemplate all this work of Time,The giant labouring in his youth;Nor dream of human love and truth,As dying Nature's earth and lime;But trust that..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 96. You Say, But With No Touch Of Sco
You say, but with no touch of scorn,Sweet-hearted, you, whose light-blue eyesAre tender over drowning flies,You tell me, doubt is Devil-born.I know..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Letters
Still on the tower stood the vane,A black yew gloomed the stagnant air,I peered athwart the chancel paneAnd saw the altar cold and bare.A clog of..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess: A Medley: O Swallow
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee.O tell her, Swallow..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Geraint And Enid
O purblind race of miserable men,How many among us at this very hourDo forge a life-long trouble for ourselves,By taking true for false, or false for..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 44. How Fares It With The Happy Dead?
How fares it with the happy dead?For here the man is more and more;But he forgets the days beforeGod shut the doorways of his head.The days have..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Skipping-Rope
SURE never yet was antelopeCould skip so lightly by.Stand off, or else my skipping-ropeWill hit you in the eye.How lightly Whirls the skipping-rope..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess (Part 2)
At break of day the College Portress came:She brought us Academic silks, in hueThe lilac, with a silken hood to each,And zoned with gold; and now..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 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
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 121. Sad Hesper O'Er The Buried Sun
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sunAnd ready, thou, to die with him,Thou watchest all things ever dimAnd dimmer, and a glory done:The team is loosen'd..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Princess: A Medley: As Thro' The Land
As thro' the land at eve we went,And pluck'd the ripen'd ears,We fell out, my wife and I,O we fell out I know not why,And kiss'd again with tears.And..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Marriage Of Geraint
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,A tributary prince of Devon, oneOf that great Order of the Table Round,Had married Enid, Yniol's only..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
How Thought You That This Thing Could Captivate?
How thought you that this thing could captivate?What are those graces that could make her dear,Who is not worth the notice of a sneer,To rouse the..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson