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").
Merlin And Vivien
A storm was coming, but the winds were still,And in the wild woods of Broceliande,Before an oak, so hollow, huge and oldIt looked a tower of ivied..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Splendor Falls
The splendor falls on castle wallsAnd snowy summits old in story:The long light shakes across the lakesAnd the wild cataract leaps in glory.Blow..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Duet
1. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hearin the pine overhead?2. No; but the voice of the deep as it hollowsthe cliffs of the land.1. Is there a..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 7. Dark House, By Which Once More I S
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.: 54. Oh, Yet We Trust That Somehow Goo
Oh, yet we trust that somehow goodWill be the final end of ill,To pangs of nature, sins of will,Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;That nothing..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Coming Of Arthur
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,Had one fair daughter, and none other child;And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth,Guinevere, and in her his..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Flower In The Crannied Wall
Flower in the crannied wall,I pluck you out of the crannies,I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,Little flower-but if I could understandWhat you..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
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