Poems by Alfred Tennyson
from 'The Princess'
... Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, ...
In Memoriam XXX
... 'They rest,' we said, 'their sleep is sweet,' ...
The Palace of Art
... Then in the towers I placed great bells that swung, ...
In Memoriam 3: O Sorrow, Cruel Fellowship
... "The stars," she whispers, "blindly run ...
The Princess: A Medley: O Swallow
... Fly to her, and pipe and woo her, and make her mine, ...
The Princess: A Medley: Home they Brought her Warrior Dead
... "Sweet my child, I live for thee ...
The Charge of the Heavy Brigade at Balaclava
... And he calld, Left wheel into line! and they wheeld and obeyd ...
To Virgil
... Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the Nineteenth Centenary of ...
Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
... Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost, ...
The Owl
... And rarely smells the new-mown hay, ...
In Memoriam 16: I envy not in any moods
... Nor, what may count itself as blest, ...
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45
... Which else were fruitless of their due, ...
The Deserted House
... Would they could have stayed with us! ...
The Defence of Lucknow
... II. Frail were the works that defended the hold that we held with our lives ...
Merlin And Vivien
... " Yea! Love, though Love were of the grossest, carves ...
