The Mermaid (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
I Who would be A mermaid fair, Singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea, In a golden curl With ...
I Who would be A mermaid fair, Singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea, In a golden curl With ...
A city clerk, but gently born and bred; His wife, an unknown artist's orphan child-- One babe was theirs, a ...
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want ...
Oh, yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final end of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and ...
Calm is the morn without a sound, Calm as to suit a calmer grief, And only thro' the faded leaf ...
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud; Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud; Thy wheel ...
Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun And ready, thou, to die with him, Thou watchest all things ever dim And ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here ...
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from far ...
It is the miller's daughter, And she is grown so dear, so dear, That I would be the jewel That ...
I wage not any feud with Death For changes wrought on form and face; No lower life that earth's embrace ...
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half ...
Love is and was my Lord and King, And in his presence I attend To hear the tidings of my ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
Fair is her cottage in its place, Where yon broad water sweetly slowly glides. It sees itself from thatch to ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Live thy life, Young and old, Like yon oak, Bright in spring, Living gold; Summer-rich Then; and then Autumn-changed, Soberer ...
Again at Christmas did we weave The holly round the Christmas hearth; The silent snow possess'd the earth, And calmly ...
IT was the time when lilies blow, And clouds are highest up in air, Lord Ronald brought a lily-white doe ...
O, were I loved as I desire to be! What is there in the great sphere of the earth, Or ...
Move eastward, happy earth, and leave Yon orange sunset waning slow: From fringes of the faded eve, O, happy planet, ...
O Sorrow, cruel fellowship, O Priestess in the vaults of Death, O sweet and bitter in a breath, What whispers ...
O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
IN her ear he whispers gaily, 'If my heart by signs can tell, Maiden, I have watch'd thee daily, And ...
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies All night across the darkness, and at dawn Falls on the threshold of ...
Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, ...
Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill! Late, late, so late! but we can enter still. Too ...
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