Horse Poems

Horse Poems

A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags, by William Wordsworth

A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags,
A ...

The Old Cumberland Beggar, by William Wordsworth

I saw an aged Beggar in my walk;
And he was s...

Simon Lee, the Old Huntsman, by William Wordsworth

In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Not far from ...

Song for the Wandering Jew, by William Wordsworth

Though the torrents from their fountains
Roar ...

Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known, by William Wordsworth

Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I w...

The Waggoner, by William Wordsworth

Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...

Written in Very Early Youth, by William Wordsworth

Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kin...

Audley Court, by Alfred Tennyson

"The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a ...

Balin and Balan, by Alfred Tennyson

Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot
I...

The Charge of the Light Brigade, by Alfred Tennyson

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league ...

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...

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 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...

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, ...

Pelleas and Ettarre, by Alfred Tennyson

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

Sir Galahad, by Alfred Tennyson

My good blade carves the casques of men,
My t...

The Vision of Sin, by Alfred Tennyson

1 I had a vision when the night was late:
A...