Poems by Alfred Tennyson

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

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

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

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

Like souls that balance joy and pain,
With tears and smiles from heaven again
The maiden Sprin...

1 I had a vision when the night was late:
A youth came riding toward a palace-gate.
He rode ...

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd...

A still small voice spake unto me,
"Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to be?...

O loyal to the royal in thyself,
And loyal to thy land, as this to thee--
Bear witness, that...

The wind, that beats the mountain, blows
More softly round the open wold,
And gently comes t...

O thou whose fringè d lids I gaze upon,
Through whose dim brain the wingè d dream...

Sainted Juliet! Dearest name!
If to love be life alone,
Divinest Juliet,
I love thee, and l...

Though Night hath climbed her peak of highest noon,
And bitter blasts the screaming autumn whir...

We were two daughters of one race:
She was the fairest in the face:
The wind is blowing in tu...

My hope and heart is with thee--thou wilt be
A latter Luther, and a soldier-priest
To scare ch...