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").

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There lies a vale in Ida, lovelierThan all the valleys of Ionian hills.The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen,Puts forth an arm, and creeps from..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Tithonus

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,The vapours weep their burthen to the ground,Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,And after many..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be!

O, were I loved as I desire to be!What is there in the great sphere of the earth,Or range of evil between death and birth,That I should fear, - if I..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Sweet And Low

Sweet and low, sweet and low,Wind of the western sea,Low, low, breathe and blow,Wind of the western sea!Over the rolling waters go,Come from the..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Fatima

O LOVE, Love, Love! O withering might!O sun, that from thy noonday heightShudderest when I strain my sight,Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light,Lo..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

In Memoriam A. H. H.: 126. Love Is And Was My Lord And King

Love is and was my Lord and King,And in his presence I attendTo hear the tidings of my friend,Which every hour his couriers bring.Love is and was my..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Owl

When cats run home and light is come,And dew is cold upon the ground,And the far-off stream is dumb,And the whirring sail goes round,And the whirring..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Demeter And Persephone

Faint as a climate-changing bird that fliesAll night across the darkness, and at dawnFalls on the threshold of her native land,And can no more, thou..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

Locksley Hall

Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn:Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn.'T is the place, and..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

The Lotos-Eaters

"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land,"This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon."In the afternoon they came unto a landIn which it..

© Alfred Lord Tennyson

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

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