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").
Audley Court
Audley Court‘The Bull, the Fleece are cramm’d, and not a roomFor love or money. Let us picnic thereAt Audley Court.’I spoke, while Audley feastHumm’d..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Tears, Idle Tears
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,Tears from the depth of some divine despairRise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,In looking on the..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Kraken
Below the thunders of the upper deep,Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleepThe Kraken sleepeth: faintest..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Blow, Bugle, Blow
THE splendour falls on castle wallsAnd snowy summits old in story:The long light shakes across the lakes,And the wild cataract leaps in glory.Blow..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Cradle Song
What does little birdie sayIn her nest at peep of day?Let me fly, says little birdie,Mother, let me fly away.Birdie, rest a little longer,Till thy..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ring Out , Wild Bells
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light;The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.Ring..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Beautiful City
Beautiful cityBeautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion,O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equalhumanity,How..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
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
Come Not When I Am Dead
Come not, when I am dead,To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,To trample round my fallen head,And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save.There..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Lady Of Shalott (1842)
PART IOn either side the river lieLong fields of barley and of rye,That clothe the wold and meet the sky;And thro' the field the road runs byTo..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Flower
Once in a golden hourI cast to earth a seed.Up there came a flower,The people said, a weed.To and fro they wentThro' my garden bower,And muttering..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead
Home they brought her warrior dead:She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:All her maidens, watching, said,‘She must weep or she will die.’Then they praised..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
and Ask Ye Why These Sad Tears Stream?
'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?'‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’OVID.And ask ye why these sad tears stream?Why these wan eyes are dim with..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;He..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Break, Break, Break
Break, break, break,On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!And I would that my tongue could utterThe thoughts that arise in me.O, well for the fisherman's..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
A Farewell
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,Thy tribute wave deliver:No more by thee my steps shall be,For ever and for ever.Flow, softly flow, by lawn and..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
All Things Will Die
All Things will DieClearly the blue river chimes in its flowingUnder my eye;Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowingOver the sky.One after..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Crossing The Bar
Sunset and evening star,And one clear call for me!And may there be no moaning of the bar,When I put out to sea,But such a tide as moving seems..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
The Brook
I come from haunts of coot and hern,I make a sudden sallyAnd sparkle out among the fern,To bicker down a valley.By thirty hills I hurry down,Or slip..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
Ulysses
It little profits that an idle king,By this still hearth, among these barren crags,Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and doleUnequal laws unto a..
© Alfred Lord Tennyson
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
Lincoln
by Annette WynneA log cabin, rude and rough—This was house and home enoughFor one small boy; there in the chimney placeWith glowing faceThe eager..
© Presidents Day
O Captain! My Captain!
by Walt Whitman O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;The port is near, the..
© Presidents Day
Washington's Birthday
by Hezekiah Butterworth▼ Full TextThe bells of Mount Vernon are ringing to-day,And what say their melodious numbersTo the flag blooming air? List..
© Presidents Day
A Little Boy and a Cherry Tree
by Annette WynneA little boy and a cherry tree,A strong young man who proved to beA worker with his brain and hand,A soldier for his well-loved..
© Presidents Day