Flower Poems

Flower Poems

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...

Lilian, by Alfred Tennyson

1 Airy, fairy Lilian,
Flitting, fairy Lil...

Locksley Hall, by Alfred Tennyson

Comrades, leave me here a little, while as ye...

The Lotus-Eaters, by Alfred Tennyson

"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the lan...

Love and Duty, by Alfred Tennyson

Of love that never found his earthly close,
W...

Mariana in the South, by Alfred Tennyson

Behind the barren hill upsprung
With pointed r...

The Marriage of Geraint, by Alfred Tennyson

The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,...

Merlin and Vivien, by Alfred Tennyson

A storm was coming, but the winds were still, ...

The Miller's Daughter, by Alfred Tennyson

I met in all the close green ways,
While walk...

Moral, by Alfred Tennyson

1 So, Lady Flora, take my lay,
And if you...

Morte d'Arthur, by Alfred Tennyson

So all day long the noise of battle roll'd
Amo...

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal, Now the White, by Alfred Tennyson

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; ...

O Darling Room, by Alfred Tennyson

I O darling room, my heart's delight,
Dear ...

Ode to Memory, by Alfred Tennyson

1 Thou who stealest fire,
From the fountain...

The Palace of Art, by Alfred Tennyson

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house
Wherei...

The Passing of Arthur, by Alfred Tennyson

That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,
First...

Pelleas and Ettarre, by Alfred Tennyson

King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
L...

Recollections of the Arabian Nights, by Alfred Tennyson

When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free
In ...

The Revenge: A Ballad of the Fleet, by Alfred Tennyson

At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville l...

The Revival, by Alfred Tennyson

1 A touch, a kiss! The charm was snapt.
The...

Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere, by Alfred Tennyson

Like souls that balance joy and pain,
With te...

The Sisters, by Alfred Tennyson

We were two daughters of one race:
She was th...

St. Agnes, by Alfred Tennyson

Deep on the convent-roof the snows
Are sparkli...

The Talking Oak, by Alfred Tennyson

Once more the gate behind me falls;
Once more...