Poems by Alfred Tennyson

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
...

Behind the barren hill upsprung
With pointed rocks against the light,
The crag sharpshadowed o...

The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,
A tributary prince of Devon, one
Of that grea...

A storm was coming, but the winds were still,
And in the wild woods of Broceliande,
Before a...

1 Who would be
A mermaid fair,
Singing alone,
Combing her hair
Under the sea,
In a gold...

I met in all the close green ways,
While walking with my line and rod,
The wealthy miller's m...

1 So, Lady Flora, take my lay,
And if you find no moral there,
Go, look in any glass and...

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

I waited for the train at Coventry;
I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge,
To match th...

Well, you shall have that song which Leonard wrote:
It was last summer on a tour in Wales:
O...