Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson

1,005 карма
Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson FRS (6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892) was a British poet. He was the Poet Laureate during much of Queen Victoria's reign and remains one of the most popular British poets.
Все работыПоиск

The Charge Of The Light Brigade

от·
I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Читать дальше

The Lady of Shalott

от·
On either side the river
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs
Читать дальше

The Princess The Conclusion

от·
So closed our tale, of which I give you
The random scheme as wildly as it rose:
The words are mostly mine; for when we
There came a minute's pause, and Walter said,'I wish she had not yielded
Читать дальше

The Princess part 5

от·
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,
We stumbled on a stationary voice,
And 'Stand, who goes
'  'Two from the palace' I
Читать дальше

The War

от·
There is a sound of thunder afar,
Storm in the south that darkens the day,
Storm of battle and thunder of war,
Well, if it do not roll our way
Читать дальше

Maud II

от·
O that 'twere possible After long grief and pain To find the arms of my true love Round me once again
When I was wont to meet her In the silent woody places By the home that gave me birth, We stood tranced in long embraces Mixt with kisses sw...
Читать дальше

Locksley Hall

от·
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn
'T is the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call, Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Lock...
Читать дальше

Crossing the Bar

от·
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me
And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep ...
Читать дальше

Come not when I am dead

от·
Come not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save
Читать дальше

The Higher Pantheism

от·
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 be not that which He seems
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dr...
Читать дальше

The Princess part 4

от·
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,
If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and rest;' and
Down from the lean and wrinkled precipices,
By every coppice-feathered chasm and cleft,
Читать дальше

A Farewell

от·
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be For ever and for e...
Читать дальше

Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere

от·
KE souls that balance joy and pain,
With tears and smiles from heaven again The maiden Spring upon the plain Came in a sun-lit fall of rain
In crystal vapour everywhere Blue isles of heaven laugh'd between,
And far, in forest-deeps ...
Читать дальше

In Memoriam 82 I Wage Not Any Feud With Death

от·
I wage not any feud with
For changes wrought on form and face;
No lower life that earth's
May breed with him, can fright my faith
Читать дальше

Early Spring

от·
Once more the Heavenly
Makes all things new,
And domes the red-plowed
With loving blue;
Читать дальше

In Memoriam 16 I envy not in any moods

от·
I envy not in any
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:
Читать дальше
Показать больше