Alfred Tennyson image
star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Born in August 6, 1809 / Died in October 6, 1892 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Alfred Tennyson

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 99

...  On yon swoll'n brook that bubbles fast ...

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Lady of Shalott (1832)

... They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest, ...

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Recollections of the Arabian Nights

...  Of night new-risen, that marvellous time, ...

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Milton

... (Alcaics) O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies, ...

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Guinevere

... and he died, Killed in a tilt, come next, five summers back, ...

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 3

...  Or crush her, like a vice of blood, ...

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Maud XVIII: I have led her Home, my love, my only friend

... n away To dreamful wastes where footless fancies dwell ...

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 95

...  In those fall'n leaves which kept their green, ...

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Princess: The Splendour Falls on Castle Walls

... Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, ...

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Princess (part 4)

... Beyond it, whence we saw the lights and heard the voices murmuring ...

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Miller's Daughter

...  And she is grown so dear, so dear, ...

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Morte d'Arthur

... but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard-lawns ...

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

In Memoriam A. H. H. 7

...  Doors, where my heart was used to beat ...

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Princess: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal

...  Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost, ...

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Locksley Hall

... There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing space ...