Mariana in the Moated Grange by Alfred, Lord Tennyson With blackest moss the flower-plotsWere thickly crusted, one and all:The rusted nails fell from the knotsThat held the pear to the…
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Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, Night, has flown,Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone;And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of…
O mighty-mouth’d inventor of harmonies,O skill’d to sing of Time or Eternity,***-gifted *****-voice of England,Milton, a name to resound for ages;Whose Titan angels, Gabriel, Abdiel,Starr’d from Jehovah’s gorgeous armouries,Tower, as…
So all day long the noise of battle roll’dAmong the mountains by the winter sea;Until King Arthur’s table, man by man,Had fallen in Lyonnesse about their Lord,King Arthur: then, because…
Dosn’t thou ‘ear my ‘erse’s legs, as they canters awaay?Proputty, proputty, proputty–that’s what I ‘ears ’em saay.Proputty, proputty, proputty–Sam, thou’s an *** for thy paains:Theer’s moor sense i’ one o’…
Wheer ‘asta bean saw long and mea liggin’ ‘ere aloan?Noorse? thoort nowt o’ a noorse: whoy, Doctor’s abean an’ agoan;Says that I moant ‘a naw moor aale; but I beant…
Ring Out, Wild Bells by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light;The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells,…
Deep on the convent-roof the snowsAre sparkling to the moon:My breath to heaven like vapour goes;May my soul follow soon!The shadows of the convent-towersSlant down the snowy sward,Still creeping with…
‘O babbling brook,’ says Edmund in his rhyme,‘Whence come you?’ and the brook, why not? replies. I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out…
Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward,All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.“Forward, the Light Brigade!Charge for the guns!” he said:Into the valley of Death Rode the…
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ring’d with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;He watches from his mountain walls,And…
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ring’d with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;He watches from his mountain walls,And…
The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,-Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns? Is not the Vision He, tho’ He…
The Kraken by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Below the thunders of the upper deep;Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleepThe Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights fleeAbout his shadowy…
Part I On either side the river lieLong fields of barley and of rye,That clothe the wold and meet the sky;And thro’ the field the road runs by;;;; To many-tower’d…
The Lotos-Eaters by Alfred, Lord Tennyson “Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land,“This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.”In the afternoon they came unto a landIn which it…
I Who would beA mermaid fair,Singing alone,Combing her hairUnder the sea,In a golden curlWith a comb of pearl,On a throne? II I would be a mermaid fair;I would sing to…
I Who would beA merman bold,Sitting aloneSinging aloneUnder the sea,With a crown of gold,On a throne? II I would be a merman bold,I would sit and sing the whole of…
When cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground,And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round, Alone and…
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.I said, “O Soul, make merry and carouse, Dear soul, for all is well.” A huge crag-platform, smooth as…
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font:The fire-fly wakens: waken thou with me. Now…
Sweet and low, sweet and low,Wind of the western sea,Low, low, breathe and blow,Wind of the western sea!Over the rolling waters go,Come from the dying moon, and blow,Blow him again…
The splendour falls on castle wallsAnd snowy summits old in story:The long light shakes across the lakes,And the wild cataract leaps in glory.Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,Blow,…
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay,And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from far away:“Spanish ships of war at sea! we have sighted fifty-three!”Then sware…
Many, many welcomes,February fair-maid!Ever as of old time,Solitary firstling,Coming in the cold time,Prophet of the *** time,Prophet of the May time,Prophet of the roses,Many, many welcomes,February fair-maid!