Alfred Tennyson
England
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta
6 Aug 1809 // 6 Oct 1892
Poeta
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A rosebud set with little wilful thorns,
And sweet as English air could make her, she.
And sweet as English air could make her, she.
Rich in saving common-sense,
And, as the greatest only are,
In his simplicity sublime.
And, as the greatest only are,
In his simplicity sublime.
Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington
For men at most differ as Heaven and Earth,
But women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
But women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
Idylls of the King, Merlin and Vivien
To me
He is all fault who hath no fault at all:
For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
He is all fault who hath no fault at all:
For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
Idylls of the King, Lancelot and Elaine
With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans,
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
The Princess
This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
A still small voice spake unto me,
'Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to be?
'Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to be?
The Two Voices
Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control,—
These three alone lead life to sovereign power.
These three alone lead life to sovereign power.
Oenone
Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying!
Blow, bugle! answer, echoes! dying, dying, dying.
Blow, bugle! answer, echoes! dying, dying, dying.
For this is England's greatest son,
He that gain'd a hundred fights,
And never lost an English gun.
He that gain'd a hundred fights,
And never lost an English gun.
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