Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known, by William Wordsworth
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I w...
Rose Poems
Vaudracour and Julia, by William Wordsworth
O happy time of youthful lovers (thus
My story...
The Waterfall and the Eglantine, by William Wordsworth
I "Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, "
Ex...
Adeline, by Alfred Tennyson
1 Mystery of mysteries,
Faintly smiling Ade...
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...
Claribel, by Alfred Tennyson
A MELODY
1 Where Claribel low-lieth
The br...
The Coming of Arthur, by Alfred Tennyson
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fa...
The Dying Swan, by Alfred Tennyson
1 The plain was grassy, wild and bare,
Wid...
Eleänore, by Alfred Tennyson
1 Thy dark eyes open'd not,
Nor first revea...
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...
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
...
Lady Clare, by Alfred Tennyson
Lord Ronald courted Lady Clare,
I trow they d...
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...
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...