Poems by Alfred Tennyson

Poems by Alfred Tennyson

Where is the Giant of the Sun?, by Alfred Tennyson

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

Who Can Say?, by Alfred Tennyson

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

The Mystic, by Alfred Tennyson

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

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal, Now the White, by Alfred Tennyson

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

O Darling Room, by Alfred Tennyson

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

Ode to Memory, by Alfred Tennyson

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

Of Old Sat Freedom on the Heights, by Alfred Tennyson

Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the sta...

The Owl, by Alfred Tennyson

1 When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off st...

The Palace of Art, by Alfred Tennyson

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house
Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.
I said, "O Soul, ma...

The Palid Thunderstricken Sigh for Gain, by Alfred Tennyson

The palid thunderstricken sigh for gain,
Down an ideal stream they ever float,
And sailing on...

The Passing of Arthur, by Alfred Tennyson

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

Pelleas and Ettarre, by Alfred Tennyson

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

The Poet, by Alfred Tennyson

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

Recollections of the Arabian Nights, by Alfred Tennyson

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

The Revenge: A Ballad of the Fleet, by Alfred Tennyson

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