#lord tennyson

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Illustrations from Poems by Alfred Lord Tennyson by Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale (1907)

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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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My dearest, [...] slip Into my bosom and be lost in me.

— Alfred Tennyson, My Gothic Heart, (2023)

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Oscar Gustav Rejlander, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, with his Wife Emily and Two Sons, Hallam and Lionel, Ca 1862

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"Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed, The little seed they laugh'd at in the dark, Has risen and cleft the soil, and grown a bulk Of spanless girth, that lays on every side A thousand arms and rushes to the Sun."

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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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Details of the painting The Lady of Shalott, John William Waterhouse (1888)

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No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly long’d for death

— Alfred Lord Tennyson, from The Two Voices (1842)

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

I

Half a league, half a league,

Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

“Forward, the Light Brigade!

Charge for the guns!” he said.

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

II

“Forward, the Light Brigade!”

Was there a man dismayed?

Not though the soldier knew

Someone had blundered.

Theirs not to make reply,

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs but to do and die.

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

III

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon in front of them

Volleyed and thundered;

Stormed at with shot and shell,

Boldly they rode and well,

Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of hell

Rode the six hundred.

IV

Flashed all their sabres bare,

Flashed as they turned in air

Sabring the gunners there,

Charging an army, while

All the world wondered.

Plunged in the battery-smoke

Right through the line they broke;

Cossack and Russian

Reeled from the sabre stroke

Shattered and sundered.

Then they rode back, but not

Not the six hundred.

V

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them

Volleyed and thundered;

Stormed at with shot and shell,

While horse and hero fell.

They that had fought so well

Came through the jaws of Death,

Back from the mouth of hell,

All that was left of them,

Left of six hundred.

VI

When can their glory fade?

O the wild charge they made!

All the world wondered.

Honour the charge they made!

Honour the Light Brigade,

Noble six hundred!

The Charge of the Light Brigade by Lord Alfred Tennyson

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“Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.” - Lord Tennyson.

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[thepersonalwords]

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

[majestativa]

In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one.

— Alfred Tennyson, My Gothic Heart, (2023)

[dylanadreams]

"I falter where I firmly trod,

And falling with my weight of cares

Upon the great world's altar stairs

That slope through darkness up to God,

I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,

And gather dust and chaff, and call

To what I feel is Lord of all,

And faintly trust the larger hope."

- Alfred, Lord Tennyson

[haveyoureadthispoem-poll]

"'I am half sick of shadows'..."

Note: there are two versions of this poem, published in 1832 (180 lines) and 1842 (171 lines). Either version counts as having read the poem.

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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson