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").
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
ŒNone
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