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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: The Mystic

The Mystic Angels have talked with him, and showed him thrones: Ye knew him not: he was not one of ye, Ye scorned him with an undiscerning scorn: Ye could not read the marvel in his…

Alfred Lord Tennyson: Timbuctoo

TimbuctooBy A. Tennyson Of Trinity CollegeA Poem Which Obtained The Chancellor's Medal At The Cambridge Commencement MDCCCXXIX Deep in that lion-haunted inland lies A mystic city,…

Alfred Lord Tennyson: To ——

To —— Sainted Juliet! dearest name! If to love be life alone, Divinest Juliet, I love thee, and live; and yet Love unreturned is like the fragrant flame Folding…

Alfred Lord Tennyson: Hero to Leander

Hero to Leander Oh go not yet, my love, The night is dark and vast; The white moon is hid in her heaven above, And the waves climb high and fast. Oh! kiss me, kiss me, once…

The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson

  1830-1868 Abstract To those unacquainted with Tennyson's conscientious methods, it may seem strange that a volume of 160 pages is necessary to contain those poems written and published…

Alfred Lord Tennyson: Lost Hope

Lost Hope You cast to ground the hope which once was mine, But did the while your harsh decree deplore, Embalming with sweet tears the vacant shrine, My heart, where Hope had…

Alfred Lord Tennyson: Love and Sorrow

Love and Sorrow O maiden, fresher than the first green leaf With which the fearful springtide flecks the lea, Weep not, Almeida, that I said to thee That thou hast half my heart, for…

Alfred Lord Tennyson: The Lover's Tale

The Lover's Tale Sometimes I thought Camilla was no more, Some one had told me she was dead, and ask'd me If I would see her burial: then I seem'd To rise, and thro' the forest-shadow…

Alfred Lord Tennyson: National Song

National Song There is no land like England Where'er the light of day be; There are no hearts like English hearts, Such hearts of oak as they be. There is no land like England…