Lord Alfred Tennyson
Lord Alfred Tennyson
Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson, FRSwas Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland during much of Queen Victoria's reign and remains one of the most popular British poets...
cliff farther horns sweet thin
O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
across arm cute-love far felt hills round sweet-love waist
And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.
faithless ring sin
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,/ The faithless coldness of the times.
blanket depression minds settled
If depression had settled like a blanket on the minds of most players,
dealer fool fools-and-foolishness guard hour jealous speech thoughts words
Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dealer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.
cease systems
Our little systems have their day;/ They have their day and cease to be.
arch experience fades forever margin move whose
I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move
fairy nourishing result tales youth
Nourishing a youth sublime/ With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time.
arch experience fades margin whose
I am a part of all that I have met; yet all experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.
roll
The rise/ And long roll of the Hexameter.
eternal public
That eternal want of pence/ Which vexes public men.
british head stare
And curving a contumelious,Gorgonized me from head to foot,With a stony British stare
creation divine
One God, one law, one element,/ And one far-off divine event,/ To which the whole creation moves.
height lives mountain pleasure shepherd
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:/ What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang)?