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...
new-year war pride
Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
beyond bound follow gray human knowledge sinking spirit utmost yearning
This gray spirit yearning in desire/ To follow knowledge like a sinking star,/ Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
hope smiles threshold whispering year
Hope smiles on the threshold of the year to come, whispering that it will be happier.
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;
edward fatter
Edward Bull/ The curate; he was fatter than his cure.
blind schoolboy
Not the schoolboy heat,/ The blind hysterics of the Celt.
soul
Once he drew-with one long kiss-My whole soul through his lips.
duty path rough twice
Not once or twice in our rough island-story,/ The path of duty was the way to glory.
blinded eyesight miserable
Not with blinded eyesight poring over miserable books.
born city gently
A city clerk, but gently born and bred.
fat great huge lord patron thirty
No little lily-handed Baronet he,/ A great broad-shouldered genial Englishman,/ A lord of fat prize-oxen and of sheep,/ A raiser of huge melons and of pine,/ A patron of some thirty charities.
breath death human life truly
No life that breathes with human breath has ever truly longed for death
call clear evening moaning sea sunset
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea
aged among barren dole idle laws profits savage unequal unto
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me