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Turner Charles (Tennyson)

Born in July 4, 1808 / Died in April 25, 1879 / United Kingdom / English

Turner Charles (Tennyson) poet from United Kingdom was born on July 4, 1808, had 70 years and died on April 25, 1879. Poems were written in Victorian age mainly in English language. Dominant movement is other.

Top ten poems Turner Charles (Tennyson)

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Dreams

... hat stand like rocks, engraved with name and date,And cognizable words of coming fate,What mean they ...

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The Gold-Crested Wren

... little best,The memory of thy delicate gold crestShall plead for one last touch, -- the crown of Art ...

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The Holy Emerald

... Till those deep scars have brought His features out:Sharp be the stroke and true, make no complaints ...

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The Landing of King George I of Greece at the Piraeus

... fore the Danish prows,Remember England, ruling but to save,And how she listen'd to your earnest vows ...

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Letty's Globe

... 's home is there!'And, while she hid all England with a kiss,Bright over Europe fell her golden hair ...

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The Marble Landing

... rrow vainly sown!Why brand with purpos'd hate a casual deedThat made our hero's noble patience known ...

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Millie MacGill

... bright morn the silent years have flown,And now thy beauty must be fully grown:Dost thou still live ...

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The Mute Lovers On the Railway Journey

... sadly forth:Then set himself to face the vacant south,While fields and woods ran back to Edith More ...

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Nehemiah's Night Ride

... When Nehemiah rode into the dark,And stones of ruin cumbered his advance,And old localities were hard to mark,Methinks he spent some moments in a tranceOf sounds from past and future -- Abraham's footWith Isaac's on Moriah; then the sighOf Moses, beyond Jordan doomed to die,So near the soil wherein his heart had root:'Ay!' thought he, 'and my own fond suit was metBy earthly and by heavenly sympathy!'Then came sweet tones from far Gennesaret,A plash, as from the casting of a net,The noise as of a Cross grounded and setHard by him, and a loud and lonely cry! ...

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A Night-Charge Against A Swan By A Lover

... ream: be mute to-night:Thy voice kept Annie silent: I foreseeThy silence will be Annie's voice to me ...

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