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Alfred Lord Tennyson: The Mystic
The Mystic Angels have talked with him, and showed him thrones: Ye knew him not: he was not one of ye, Ye scorned him with an undiscerning scorn: Ye could not read the marvel in his…Alfred Lord Tennyson: The Tears of Heaven
The Tears of Heaven Heaven weeps above the earth all night till morn, In darkness weeps, as all ashamed to weep, Because the earth hath made her state forlorn With selfwrought evils of…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Timbuctoo
TimbuctooBy A. Tennyson Of Trinity CollegeA Poem Which Obtained The Chancellor's Medal At The Cambridge Commencement MDCCCXXIX Deep in that lion-haunted inland lies A mystic city,…Alfred Lord Tennyson: To a Lady Sleeping
To a Lady Sleeping O thou whose fringèd lids I gaze upon, Through whose dim brain the wingèd dreams are born, Unroof the shrines of clearest vision, In honour of the silverfleckèd morn…Alfred Lord Tennyson: To Christopher North
To Christopher North You did late review my lays, Crusty Christopher; You did mingle blame and praise, Rusty Christopher. When I learnt from whom it came, I forgave you all the…Alfred Lord Tennyson: To ——
To —— Sainted Juliet! dearest name! If to love be life alone, Divinest Juliet, I love thee, and live; and yet Love unreturned is like the fragrant flame Folding…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Song ("Every day hath it's night")
SongI Every day hath its night: Every night its morn: Through dark and bright Wingèd hours are borne; Ah! welaway! Seasons flower and fade; Golden calm and…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Could I outwear my present state")
Sonnet Could I outwear my present state of woe With one brief winter, and indue i' the spring Hues of fresh youth, and mightily outgrow The wan dark coil of faded suffering— Forth in…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Though Night hath climbed her peak")
Sonnet Though Night hath climbed her peak of highest noon, And bitter blasts the screaming autumn whirl, All night through archways of the bridgèd pearl And portals of pure silver…Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Shall the hag Evil die")
Sonnet Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good, Or propagate again her loathèd kind, Thronging the cells of the diseased mind, Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood,…Trending
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