Category Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I.                    Thou who stealest fire,           From the fountains of the past,           To glorify the present, oh, haste,             …

Thy voice is on the rolling air;      I hear thee where the waters run;      Thou standest in the rising sun,And in the setting thou art fair. What art thou then? I cannot guess;      But tho’ I seem in star and flower      To feel thee…

Dear friend, far off, my lost desire,      So far, so near in woe and weal;      O loved the most, when most I feelThere is a lower and a higher; Known and unknown; human, divine;      Sweet human hand and lips and eye;      Dear heavenly friend that canst…

The love that rose on stronger wings,      Unpalsied when he met with Death,      Is comrade of the lesser faithThat sees the course of human things. No doubt vast eddies in the flood      Of onward time shall yet be made,      And throned races may degrade;Yet, O ye mysteries of…

And all is well, tho’ faith and form      Be sunder’d in the night of fear;      Well roars the storm to those that hearA deeper voice across the storm, Proclaiming social truth shall spread,      And justice, ev’n tho’ thrice again      The red fool-fury of the…

Love is and was my Lord and King,      And in his presence I attend      To hear the tidings of my friend,Which every hour his couriers bring. Love is and was my King and Lord,      And will be, tho’ as yet I keep      Within his court on…

Whatever I have said or sung,      Some bitter notes my harp would give,      Yea, tho’ there often seem’d to liveA contradiction on the tongue, Yet Hope had never lost her youth;      She did but look through dimmer eyes;      Or Love but play’d with gracious…

That which we dare invoke to bless;      Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt;      He, They, One, All; within, without;The Power in darkness whom we guess; I found Him not in world or sun,      Or eagle’s wing, or insect’s eye;      Nor thro’ the questions men…

There rolls the deep where grew the tree.      O earth, what changes hast thou seen!      There where the long street roars, hath beenThe stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow      From form to form, and nothing stands;      They melt like…

Oh, wast thou with me, dearest, then,      While I rose up against my doom,      And yearn’d to burst the folded gloom,To bare the eternal Heavens again, To feel once more, in placid awe,      The strong imagination roll      A sphere of stars about my soul,In…