Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems on Thought & Thinking (14 Poems)

Oenone (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)

There lies a vale in Ida, lovelierThan 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 handThe lawns and meadow-ledges midway downHang rich … Continue reading →

Idylls of the King: The Passing of Arthur (excerpt) (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)

That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man was no more than a voice In the white winter of his age, to those With … Continue reading →

Pelleas And Ettarre (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)

King Arthur made new knights to fill the gapLeft by the Holy Quest; and as he satIn hall at old Caerleon, the high doorsWere softly sundered, and through these a youth,Pelleas, and the sweet smell of the fieldsPast, and the … Continue reading →

Locksley Hall (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)

.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 … Continue reading →

Sea Dreams (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)

A city clerk, but gently born and bred;His wife, an unknown artist’s orphan child—One babe was theirs, a Margaret, three years old:They, thinking that her clear germander eyeDroopt in the giant-factoried city-gloom,Came, with a month’s leave given them, to the … Continue reading →