The Revenge – A Ballad of the Fleet (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from far ...
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from far ...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child; And she was the fairest of all ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
WITH BLACKEST moss the flower-plots Were thickly crusted, one and all: The rusted nails fell from the knots That held ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro' ...
The wind, that beats the mountain, blows More softly round the open wold, And gently comes the world to those ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ...
Still on the tower stood the vane, A black yew gloomed the stagnant air, I peered athwart the chancel pane ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
Deep on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon: My breath to heaven like vapour goes; May my ...
'Your ringlets, your ringlets, That look so golden-gay, If you will give me one, but one, To kiss it night ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould, Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea, Wavers on her thin ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of ...
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain, With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain ...
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