Category Alfred, Lord Tennyson

‘The Bull, the Fleece are cramm’d, and not a roomFor love or money. Let us picnic thereAt Audley Court.’  I spoke, while Audley feast Humm’d like a hive all round the narrow quay,To Francis, with a basket on his arm,To…

Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;But O too fond, when have I answer’d thee?Ask me no more. Ask me…

My father left a park to me,   But it is wild and barren,A garden too with scarce a tree,   And waster than a warren:Yet say the neighbours when they call,   It is not bad but good land,And in it is…

All Things will Die Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing      Under my eye;Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing      Over the sky.One after another the white clouds are fleeting;Every heart this May morning…

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,As being past away. -Vain sympathies!For backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,I see what was, and is, and will abide;Still glides the Stream, and shall not cease to glide;The Form remains,…

Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,  Thy tribute wave deliver:No more by thee my steps shall be,  For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,  A rivulet then a river:Nowhere by thee my steps shall…

‘Te somnia nostra reducunt.’OVID. And ask ye why these sad tears stream?  Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?I had a dream–a lovely dream,  Of her that in the grave is sleeping. I saw her as ’twas yesterday,  The…

There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen, Puts forth an arm, and creeps from pine to pine, And loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand The lawns…