Poems by Alfred Tennyson

Who can say
Why To-day
To-morrow will be yesterday?
Who can tell
Why to smell
The violet, r...

Where is the Giant of the Sun, which stood
In the midnoon the glory of old Rhodes,
A perfect ...

Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good,
Or propagate again her loathè d kind,
T...

The poet in a golden clime was born,
With golden stars above;
Dower'd with the hate of hate, ...

My Rosalind, my Rosalind,
Bold, subtle, careless Rosalind,
Is one of those who know no str...

I Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land and sea–
And Willy’ s voice in...

1 A touch, a kiss! The charm was snapt.
There rose a noise of striking clocks,
And feet tha...

At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay,
And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came...

When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free
In the silken sail of infancy,
The tide of time flo...

King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat
In hall at o...

That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,
First made and latest left of all the knights,
Told, ...

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor win...

I O darling room, my heart's delight,
Dear room, the apple of my sight,
With thy two couch...

1 Thou who stealest fire,
From the fountains of the past,
To glorify the present; oh, hast...

Angels have talked with him, and showed him thrones:
Ye knew him not: he was not one of ye,
...