The Defence of Lucknow, by Alfred Tennyson
I Banner of England, not for a season, O ba...
Animal Poems
A Dirge, by Alfred Tennyson
1 Now is done thy long day's work;
Fold thy...
A Dream of Fair Women, by Alfred Tennyson
I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade,
...
The Dying Swan, by Alfred Tennyson
1 The plain was grassy, wild and bare,
Wid...
Edward Gray, by Alfred Tennyson
Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town
Met me walk...
Eleänore, by Alfred Tennyson
1 Thy dark eyes open'd not,
Nor first revea...
A Farewell, by Alfred Tennyson
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tr...
The Gardener's Daughter; or, the Pictures, by Alfred Tennyson
This morning is the morning of the day,
When ...
Gareth and Lynette, by Alfred Tennyson
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And t...
Geraint and Enid, by Alfred Tennyson
O purblind race of miserable men,
How many am...
The Golden Year, by Alfred Tennyson
Well, you shall have that song which Leonard w...
The Goose, by Alfred Tennyson
I knew an old wife lean and poor,
Her rags sc...
The Grasshopper, by Alfred Tennyson
I Voice of the summerwind,
Joy of the summe...
Guinevere, by Alfred Tennyson
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat
T...
The Holy Grail, by Alfred Tennyson
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done
...
The 'How' and the 'Why', by Alfred Tennyson
I am any man's suitor,
If any will be my tuto...
Lady Clara Vere de Vere, by Alfred Tennyson
Lady Clara Vere de Vere,
Of me you shall not ...
The Lady of Shalott, by Alfred Tennyson
PART I On either side the river lie
Long fie...
Lancelot and Elaine, by Alfred Tennyson
Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,
Elaine...
The Last Tournament, by Alfred Tennyson
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood
H...
Locksley Hall, by Alfred Tennyson
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as ye...
Love, Pride and Forgetfulness, by Alfred Tennyson
Ere yet my heart was sweet Love's tomb,
Love ...
Margaret, by Alfred Tennyson
1 O sweet pale Margaret,
O rare pale Margar...
Mariana, by Alfred Tennyson
"Mariana in the moated grange." --Measure for...
Mariana in the South, by Alfred Tennyson
Behind the barren hill upsprung
With pointed r...