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Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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(1809-1892)
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Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain,
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A Farewell
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
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All Things will Die
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
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Amphion
MY father left a park to me,
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Audley Court
‘The Bull, the Fleece are cramm’d, and not a room
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Balin and Balan
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot
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Battle Of Brunanburgh
Athelstan King,
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Beautiful City
Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion,
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Break, break, break
Break, break, break,
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By an Evolutionist
The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,
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Claribel
Where Claribel low-lieth
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Columbus
CHAINS, my good lord: in your raised brows I read
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Come Into the Garde, Maud
Come into the garden, Maud,
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Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
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Dedication
And indeed He seems to me
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Demeter and Persephone
Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies
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Fatima
O LOVE, Love, Love! O withering might!
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Gareth And Lynette
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
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Geraint And Enid
O purblind race of miserable men,
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Guinevere
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat
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Hendecasyllabics
O you chorus of indolent reviewers,
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Idylls Of The King: Song From The Marriage Of Geraint
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;
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In The Valley Of Cautertz
All along the valley, stream that flashest white,
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Lady Clare
IT was the time when lilies blow,
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Lancelot And Elaine
Elaine the fair, Elaine the loveable,
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Lilian
Airy, Fairy Lilian,
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Locksley Hall
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn:
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Lucretius
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found
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Mariana
WITH BLACKEST moss the flower-plots
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Mariana In The South
With one black shadow at its feet,
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Marriage Morning
Light, so low upon earth,
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Merlin And Vivien
A storm was coming, but the winds were still,
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Milton (Alcaics)
O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies,
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Minnie and Winnie
Minnie and Winni
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Morte D'Arthur
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd
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Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
NOW sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
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Of Old Sat Freedom
Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
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Pelleas And Ettarre
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
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Recollection of the Arabian Nights
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free
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Sir Galahad
MY good blade carves the casques of men,
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Spring
Birds' love and birds' song
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St. Agnes' Eve
Deep on the convent-roof the snows
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The Ballad of Oriana
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The Beggar Maid
Her arms across her breast she laid;
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The Blackbird
O blackbird! sing me something well:
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The Burial of Love
His eyes in eclipse,
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The Charge of the Heavy Brigade at Balaclava
The charge of the gallant three hundred, the Heavy
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The Charge Of The Heavy Brigade At Balaclava
Our birches yellowing and from each
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The Charge Of The Light Brigade
HALF a league, half a league,
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The Coming Of Arthur
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
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The Death of the Old Year
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
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The Eagle (A Fragment )
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
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The Flower
Once in a golden hour
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The Holy Grail
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done
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The Kraken
Below the thunders of the upper deep,
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The Lady of Shalott
On either side the river lie
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The Last Tournament
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood
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The Lord of Burleigh
IN her ear he whispers gaily,
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The Marriage Of Geraint
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court,
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The Miller's Daughter
It is the miller's daughter,
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The Oak
Live thy Life,
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The Owl
When cats run home and light is come,
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The Passing Of Arthur
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,
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The Progress of Spring
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould,
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The Ringlet
'Your ringlets, your ringlets,
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The Skipping-Rope
SURE never yet was antelope
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The Splender Falls
The splendor falls on castle walls
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The Talking Oak
Once more the gate behind me falls;
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Tithonus
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
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To E. Fitzgerald: Tiresias
OLD FITZ, who from your suburb grange,
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To The Queen
O loyal to the royal in thyself,
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Ulysses
It little profits that an idle king,
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‘And ask ye why these sad tears stream?’
And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
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