More from Alfred (Lord) Tennyson

  1. Lady Clara Vere de Vere, Of me you shall not win renown: You thought to break a country heart For pastime, ere you went to town. At me you …
  2. You sought to prove how I could love, And my disdain is my reply. The lion on your old stone gates Is not more cold to you than I.
  3. So variously seem'd all things wrought, I marvell'd how the mind was brought To anchor by one gloomy thought; And wherefore rather I made c…
  4. Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere, From yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'…
  5. And forth into the fields I went, And Nature's living motion lent The pulse of hope to discontent. I wonder'd at the bounteous hours, The s…
  6. In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon.
  7. Like an Aeolian harp that wakes No certain air, but overtakes Far thought with music that it makes: Such seem'd the whisper at my side: 'Wh…
  8. There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shado…

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