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Brewer's: Tennyson

(Alfred). Bard of Arthurian Romance. His poems on the legends of King Arthur are - (1) The Coming of Arthur; (2) Geraint and Enid; (3) Merlin and Vivien; (4)Lancelot and Elaine; (5) The Hol…

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Alfred, Lord Tennyson was England's Poet Laureate from 1850 to 1892, and the author of the poem "The Charge of the Light Brigade." He wrote poems as a child and published his first important work in 1…

Alfred Lord Tennyson: I

I Here far away, seen from the topmost cliff, Filling with purple gloom the vacancies Between the tufted hills the sloping seas Hung in mid-heaven, and half-way down rare sails, White…

Recommended Online Poetry Collections

Poetry resources and poetry in the public domain compiled by David Johnson Follow, poet, follow right To the bottom of the night, With your unconstraining voice Still persuade us t…

Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet

Sonnet There are three things that fill my heart with sighs And steep my soul in laughter (when I view Fair maiden forms moving like melodies), Dimples, roselips, and eyes of any hue. …

Alfred Lord Tennyson: Dualisms

Dualisms Two bees within a chrystal flowerbell rockèd Hum a lovelay to the westwind at noontide. Both alike, they buzz together, Both alike, they hum together Through and through the …

Alfred Lord Tennyson: The Hesperides

The HesperidesSong Hesperus and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree. —COMUS. The Northwind fall'n, in the newstarréd night Zidonian Hanno, voyaging beyond The …

Alfred Lord Tennyson: Chorus

Chorus The varied earth, the moving heaven, The rapid waste of roving sea, The fountainpregnant mountains riven To shapes of wildest anarchy, By secret fire and midnight storm…

Alfred Lord Tennyson: Song

SongI The lintwhite and the throstlecock Have voices sweet and clear; All in the bloomèd May. They from the blosmy brere Call to the fleeting year, If that he would them hear …

Alfred Lord Tennyson: Song

Song Who can say Why To-day To-morrow will be yesterday? Who can tell Why to smell The violet, recalls the dewy prime Of youth and buried time? The cause is nowhere found in rhy…