Ulysses, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
> It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and »
The Marriage of Geraint, by Alfred Lord Tennyson
> The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the Table Round, Had »
In Memoriam A.H.H., Alfred Lord Tennyson
> On that last night before we went From out the doors where I was bred, I dream'd a vision of the dead, Which »
Maud, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
> We are puppets, Man in his pride, and Beauty fair in her flower; Do we move ourselves, or are we moved by an unseen hand »