Poems by Alfred Tennyson

1 Mystery of mysteries,
Faintly smiling Adeline,
Scarce of earth nor all divine,
Nor unha...

My father left a park to me,
But it is wild and barren,
A garden too with scarce a tree
And ...

With roses musky breathed,
And drooping daffodilly,
And silverleaved lily,
And ivy darkly-w...

1 All precious things, discover'd late,
To those that seek them issue forth;
For love in s...

"The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room
For love or money. Let us picnic there
At A...

Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot
In that first war, and had his realm restored
But...

My heart is wasted with my woe, Oriana.
There is no rest for me below, Oriana.
When the long ...

Oh, Beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest Sweet!
How canst thou let me waste my youth in sighs;
I...

Her arms across her breast she laid;
She was more fair than words can say:
Bare-footed came t...

O blackbird! Sing me something well:
While all the neighbours shoot thee round,
I keep smooth...

Blow ye the trumpet, gather from afar
The hosts to battle: be not bought and sold.
Arise, bra...

His eyes in eclipse,
Pale cold his lips,
The light of his hopes unfed,
Mute his tongue,
H...

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six...

From an unpublished drama written very early. The varied earth, the moving heaven,
The rapid ...