Category Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Light, so low upon earth,    You send a flash to the sun. Here is the golden close of love,    All my wooing is done. Oh, all the woods and the meadows,    Woods, where we hid from the wet, Stiles where…

With one black shadow at its feet, The house thro’ all the level shines, Close-latticed to the brooding heat, And silent in its dusty vines: A faint-blue ridge upon the right, An empty river-bed before, And shallows on a distant…

“Mariana in the Moated Grange”(Shakespeare, Measure for Measure)   With blackest moss the flower-plots Were thickly crusted, one and all: The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the pear to the gable-wall. The broken sheds look’d sad and strange:…

Dip down upon the northern shore,O sweet new-year, delaying long;Thou doest expectant Nature wrong,Delaying long, delay no more. What stays thee from the clouded noons,Thy sweetness from its proper place?Can trouble live with April days,Or sadness in the summer moons?…

     Sweet and low, sweet and low,          Wind of the western sea,     Low, low, breathe and blow,          Wind of the western sea!     Over the rolling waters go,     Come…

Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, foundHer master cold; for when the morning flushOf passion and the first embrace had diedBetween them, tho’ he loved her none the less,Yet often when the woman heard his footReturn from pacings in the field, and…

O maiden, fresher than the first green leafWith which the fearful springtide flecks the lea,Weep not, Almeida, that I said to theeThat thou hast half my heart, for bitter griefDoth hold the other half in sovranty.Thou art my heart’s sun…

Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet ‘t is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn. ‘T is the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call, Dreary…

I   Airy, Fairy Lilian,  Flitting, fairy Lilian,When I ask her if she love me,Claps her tiny hands above me,    Laughing all she can;She ‘ll not tell me if she love me,    Cruel little Lilian. II    …

Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.       No light had we: for that we do repent;And learning this, the…