Poems by Alfred Tennyson

Once more the gate behind me falls;
Once more before my face
I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, ...

Deep on the convent-roof the snows
Are sparkling to the moon:
My breath to heaven like vapour ...

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

1 Year after year unto her feet,
She lying on her couch alone,
Across the purpled coverlet,...

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

My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the...

What time the mighty moon was gathering light
Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise,
And all ...

Of love that never found his earthly close,
What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts?
O...

O maiden, fresher than the first green leaf
With which the fearful springtide flecks the lea,
...

Ere yet my heart was sweet Love's tomb,
Love laboured honey busily.
I was the hive and Love th...

How often, when a child I lay reclined,
I took delight in this locality!
Here stood the infan...

1 Thou art not steep'd in golden languors,
No tranced summer calm is thine,
Ever varying Mad...

1 O sweet pale Margaret,
O rare pale Margaret,
What lit your eyes with tearful power,
Lik...

"Mariana in the moated grange." --Measure for Measure.
With blackest moss the flower-plots
...

So all day long the noise of battle roll'd
Among the mountains by the winter sea;
Until King A...