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Alfred Lord Tennyson: Love, Pride and Forgetfulness
Love, Pride and Forgetfulness Ere yet my heart was sweet Love's tomb, Love laboured honey busily. I was the hive and Love the bee, My heart the honey-comb. One very dark and chilly…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Song ("I' the glooming night")
SongI I' the glooming light Of middle night, So cold and white, Worn Sorrow sits by the moaning wave; Beside her are laid, Her mattock and spade, For she hath…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Song ("The golden apple")
SongI The golden apple, the golden apple, the hallowed fruit, Guard it well, guard it warily, Singing airily, Standing about the charméd root. Round about all is mute, As the…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Song ("The lintwhite and the throstlecock")
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: Sonnet ("Check every outflash")
Sonnet Check every outflash, every ruder sally Of thought and speech; speak low, and give up wholly Thy spirit to mild-minded Melancholy; This is the place. Through yonder poplar…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Song ("Who can say")
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…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Blow ye the trumpet")
SonnetWritten on hearing of the outbreak of the Polish Insurrection. Blow ye the trumpet, gather from afar The hosts to battle: be not bought and sold. Arise, brave Poles, the…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Shall the hag Evil die")
Sonnet Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good, Or propagate again her loathèd kind, Thronging the cells of the diseased mind, Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood,…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("The palid thunderstricken sigh")
Sonnet The palid thunderstricken sigh for gain, Down an ideal stream they ever float, And sailing on Pactolus in a boat, Drown soul and sense, while wistfully they strain Weak eyes…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Me my own fate")
Sonnet Me my own fate to lasting sorrow doometh: Thy woes are birds of passage, transitory: Thy spirit, circled with a living glory, In summer still a summer joy resumeth. Alone…Trending
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