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").
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 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
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 56. So Careful Of The Type? But No
"So careful of the type?" but no.From scarped cliff and quarried stoneShe cries, "A thousand types are gone:I care for nothing, all shall go."Thou..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ode To Memory
I.THOU who stealest fire,From the fountains of the past,To glorify the present, oh, haste,Visit my low desire!Strengthen me, enlighten me!I faint in..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lady Clare
IT was the time when lilies blow,And clouds are highest up in air,Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doeTo give his cousin, Lady Clare.I trow they did..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Summer Night
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
Maud: A Monodrama (Part Ii, Excerpt)
.O that 'twere possible.After long grief and pain.To find the arms of my true love.Round me once again!2.When I was wont to meet her.In the silent..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Requiescat
Fair is her cottage in its place,Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides.It sees itself from thatch to baseDream in the sliding tides.And fairer..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
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