Margaret, by Alfred Tennyson
1 O sweet pale Margaret,
O rare pale Margar...
1 O sweet pale Margaret,
O rare pale Margar...
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville l...
(Peter Ronsard Loquitur) "Heigho!" yawned one ...
Of the million or two, more or less,
I rule ...
FROWNED the Laird on the Lord: "So, red-handed...
(As distinguished by an Italian person of quali...
Panels of claret and blue which shine
Under th...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang!
Bang!
Tap!...
VELVET soft the night-star glowed
Over the un...
I HER hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with...
I Where art thou, my beloved Son,
Where ar...
I A traveller on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
...
I Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,
The...
Canto the First 'Tis spentthis burning day of ...
Five windows light the cavern'd Man; thro' one ...
All the night in woe
Lyca's parents go
Over v...
In futurity
I prophetic see
That the earth fr...
The sun descending in the west,
The evening s...
1 And Aged Tiriel. Stood before the Gates of ...
Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, ...
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heave...
Muses of Sicily, a loftier strain
Be ours: th...
I, BACCHANAL Eurynome, to roam
The mountain ...
PRELUDE I If earth's lost youth thou ha...