More from Alfred (Lord) Tennyson

  1. 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…
  2. Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labour be? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dum…
  3. In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon.
  4. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, ca…
  5. 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'…
  6. Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar; O, rest ye, brother ma…
  7. 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.
  8. On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And through the field the road runs b…

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