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...
dreams hall hunts
Locksley Hall Like a dog, he hunts in dreams
dearer hall hold horse novel passion shall spent
Locksley Hall He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse
beyond far island longer
Our island home/ Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.
experience follies nor preaches teach wisdom
Other's follies teach us not nor much their wisdom teaches; and most, of sterling worth, is what our own experience preaches
across bells dying flying happy ring wild year
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out wild bells and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go;
faithless ring sin
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,/ The faithless coldness of the times.
peace ring thousand wars
Ring out the thousand wars of old,/ Ring in the thousand years of peace.
feud redress rich ring
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,/ Ring in redress to all mankind.
blood civic false pride ring slander
Ring out false pride in blood and place,/ The civic slander and the spite.
ancient dying forms modes party purer ring slowly sweeter
Ring out a slowly dying cause,/ And ancient forms of party strife;/ Ring in the nobler modes of life,/ With sweeter manners, purer laws.
common love ring truth
Ring in the love of truth and right,Ring in the common love of good.
beneath mountain sea watches wrinkled
Ringed with the azure world, he stands./ The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;/ He watches from his mountain walls,/ And like a thunderbolt he falls.
jewels sparkle stretched
Jewels five-words long/ That on the stretched forefinger of all Time/ Sparkle for ever.
beyond great happy purpose sail shall touch until wash western
My purpose holds/ To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths/ Of all the western stars, until I die./ It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;/ It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles/ And see the great Achilles.