Alfred Lord Tennyson

A Farewell Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, After-Thought I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, All Things will Die All Things will Die Amphion MY father left a park to me, ‘And ask ye why these sad tears stream?’ 'And ask ye why these sad tears stream?' Ask Me No More Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; Audley Court ‘The Bull, the Fleece are cramm’d, and not a room Balin and Balan Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot Battle Of Brunanburgh Athelstan King, Beautiful City Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion, Blow, Bugle, Blow THE splendour falls on castle walls Boadicea While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Break, break, break Break, break, break, By an Evolutionist By an Evolutionist Claribel Where Claribel low-lieth Come down, O Maid COME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: Come Into the Garden, Maud Come into the garden, Maud, Come Into the Garden, Maud II O that 'twere possible Come not when I am dead Come not, when I am dead, Cradle Song What does little birdie say Crossing the Bar Sunset and evening star, CXV: Spring Now fades the last long streak of snow, Dedication Dedication Demeter and Persephone Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies Duet 1. Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear Early Spring Once more the Heavenly Power Enoch Arden Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; Far-Far-Away (For Music) Fatima O LOVE, Love, Love! O withering might! Flower in the Crannied Wall Flower in the crannied wall, Gareth And Lynette The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent, Geraint And Enid O purblind race of miserable men, Guinevere Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat Hendecasyllabics O you chorus of indolent reviewers, Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead Home they brought her warrior dead: How Thought You That This Thing Could Captivate? How thought you that this thing could captivate? Idylls Of The King: Song From The Marriage Of Geraint Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud; Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament (excerpt) Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Idylls of the King: The Marriage of Geraint Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud; Idylls of the King: The Passing of Arthur (excerpt) That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, In Memoriam 131: O Living Will That Shalt Endure O living will that shalt endure In Memoriam 16: I envy not in any moods I envy not in any moods In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, In Memoriam 82: I Wage Not Any Feud With Death I wage not any feud with Death In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT In Memoriam A. H. H.: 105. To-night ungather'd let us leave To-night ungather'd let us leave In Memoriam A. H. H.: 118. Contemplate all this work of Tim Contemplate all this work of Time, In Memoriam A. H. H.: 11. Calm is the morn without a sound Calm is the morn without a sound, In Memoriam A. H. H.: 121. Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun In Memoriam A. H. H.: 126. Love is and was my Lord and King Love is and was my Lord and King, In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131. O living will that shalt endure O living will that shalt endure In Memoriam A. H. H.: 15. To-night the winds begin to rise To-night the winds begin to rise In Memoriam A. H. H.: 16. I Envy not in any Moods I envy not in any moods In Memoriam A. H. H.: 22. The path by which we twain did go The path by which we twain did go, In Memoriam A. H. H.: 2. Old Yew, which graspest at the sto Old Yew, which graspest at the stones In Memoriam A. H. H.: 39. Old warder of these buried bones Old warder of these buried bones, In Memoriam A. H. H.: 44. How fares it with the happy dead? How fares it with the happy dead? In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45. The baby new to earth and sky The baby new to earth and sky, In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. Oh, yet we Trust that somehow Goo Oh, yet we trust that somehow good In Memoriam A. H. H.: 55. The wish, that of the living whol The wish, that of the living whole In Memoriam A. H. H.: 56. So careful of the type? but no "So careful of the type?" but no. In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5. Sometimes I Hold it half a Sin I sometimes hold it half a sin In Memoriam A. H. H.: 67. When on my bed the moonlight fall When on my bed the moonlight falls, In Memoriam A. H. H.: 6. "One writes, that Other Friends.... " One writes, that "Other friends remain," In Memoriam A. H. H.: 72. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, In Memoriam A. H. H.: 78. Again at Christmas did we weave Again at Christmas did we weave In Memoriam A. H. H.: 7. Dark house, by which once more I s Dark house, by which once more I stand In Memoriam A. H. H.: 82. I wage not any feud with death I wage not any feud with Death In Memoriam A. H. H.: 83. Dip down upon the northern shore Dip down upon the northern shore In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By night we linger'd on the lawn By night we linger'd on the lawn, In Memoriam A. H. H.: 96. You say, but with no touch of sco You say, but with no touch of scorn, In Memoriam A. H. H.: 99. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, In Memoriam A. H. H.: Is it, then, regret for buried time Is it, then, regret for buried time In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit: 124. That which we dare invoke That which we dare invoke to bless; In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit MDCCCXXXIII: 30. With trembling With trembling fingers did we weave In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit MDCCCXXXIII: 3. O Sorrow, cruel O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, In Memoriam A. H. H.: The Prelude Strong Son of God, immortal Love, In the Valley of Cauteretz All along the valley, stream that flashest white, In The Valley Of Cautertz All along the valley, stream that flashest white, Lady Clare IT was the time when lilies blow, Lancelot And Elaine Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable, Late, Late, So Late Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill! Lilian I Locksley Hall Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Lucretius Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found LXXXIII: Spring Dip down upon the northern shore, Mariana in the Moated Grange With blackest moss the flower-plots Mariana In The South With one black shadow at its feet, Merlin And Vivien A storm was coming, but the winds were still, Milton (Alcaics) O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies, Minnie and Winnie Minnie and Winnie Morte D'Arthur So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Move Eastward, Happy Earth Move eastward, happy earth, and leave Northern Farmer: New Style Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they canters awaäy? Northern Farmer: Old Style Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere aloän? Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; O Beauty, Passing Beauty! O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet! Ode to Memory I. Œnone There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Of Old Sat Freedom Of old sat Freedom on the heights, O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be! O, were I loved as I desire to be! Pelleas And Ettarre King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Princess: A Medley: The splendour falls on castle walls The splendour falls on castle walls Recollection of the Arabian Nights WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free Requiescat Fair is her cottage in its place, Ring Out, Wild Bells Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, Sea Dreams A city clerk, but gently born and bred; Sir Galahad MY good blade carves the casques of men, Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, Spring Birds' love and birds' song St. Agnes' Eve Deep on the convent-roof the snows Sweet And Low Sweet and low, sweet and low, Tears, Idle Tears Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, The Brook I come from haunts of coot and hern, The Charge of the Heavy Brigade at Balaclava I The Charge Of The Light Brigade HALF a league, half a league, The Coming Of Arthur Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, The Death of the Old Year Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, The Deserted House Life and Thought have gone away The Eagle (A Fragment ) He clasps the crag with crooked hands; The Flower Once in a golden hour The Grandmother I. The Higher Pantheism The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,- The Holy Grail From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done The Kraken Below the thunders of the upper deep, The Lady of Shalott PART I The Last Tournament Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood The Letters Still on the tower stood the vane, The Lord of Burleigh IN her ear he whispers gaily, The Lotos-eaters "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, The Marriage Of Geraint The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, The Mermaid I The Miller's Daughter It is the miller's daughter, The Oak Live thy Life, The Owl When cats run home and light is come, The Palace of Art I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, The Passing Of Arthur That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, The Princess: A Medley: Ask me no more Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; The Princess: A Medley: As thro' the land As thro' the land at eve we went, The Princess: A Medley: Come down, O Maid Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: The Princess: A Medley: Home they Brought her Warrior Dead Home they brought her warrior dead: The Princess: A Medley: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; The Princess: A Medley: O Swallow O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, The Princess: A Medley: Our Enemies have Fall'n Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed, The Princess: A Medley: Tears, Idle Tears Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice is Heard Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums, The Princess (part 2) At break of day the College Portress came: The Princess (part 3) Morn in the wake of the morning star The Princess (part 4) 'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, The Princess (part 5) Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, The Princess (part 6) My dream had never died or lived again. The Princess (part 7) So was their sanctuary violated, The Princess (prologue) Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day The Princess (The Conclusion) So closed our tale, of which I give you all The Progress of Spring THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, The Revenge - A Ballad of the Fleet At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, The Ringlet 'Your ringlets, your ringlets, The Skipping-Rope SURE never yet was antelope The Splendor Falls The splendor falls on castle walls The Talking Oak Once more the gate behind me falls; The War There is a sound of thunder afar, Tithonus The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, To E. Fitzgerald: Tiresias OLD FITZ, who from your suburb grange, To J. S. The wind, that beats the mountain, blows To The Queen O loyal to the royal in thyself, To Virgil Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the Nineteenth Centenary of Ulysses It little profits that an idle king, You Ask Me, Why, Tho' Ill at Ease You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease,