(Lord) Alfred Tennyson

Poems In Memoriam A. H. H.

Table of Contents

• Preface
• 1. I held it truth, with him who sings
• 2. Old Yew, which graspest at the stones
• 3. O Sorrow, cruel fellowship
• 4. To Sleep I give my powers away
• 5. I sometimes hold it half a sin
• 6. One writes, that `Other friends remain,'
• 7. Dark house, by which once more I stand
• 8. A happy lover who has come
• 9. Fair ship, that from the Italian shore
• 10. I hear the noise about thy keel
• 11. Calm is the morn without a sound
• 12. Lo, as a dove when up she springs
• 13. Tears of the widower, when he sees
• 14. If one should bring me this report
• 15. To-night the winds begin to rise
• 16. What words are these have falle'n from me?
• 17. Thou comest, much wept for: such a breeze
• 18. 'Tis well; 'tis something; we may stand
• 19. The Danube to the Severn gave
• 20. The lesser griefs that may be said
• 21. I sing to him that rests below
• 22. The path by which we twain did go
• 23. Now, sometimes in my sorrow shut
• 24. And was the day of my delight
• 25. I know that this was Life,the track
• 26. Still onward winds the dreary way
• 27. I envy not in any moods
• 28. The time draws near the birth of Christ
• 29. With such compelling cause to grieve
• 30. With trembling fingers did we weave
• 31. When Lazarus left his charnel-cave
• 32. Her eyes are homes of silent prayer
• 33. O thou that after toil and storm
• 34. My own dim life should teach me this
• 35. Yet if some voice that man could trust
• 36. Tho' truths in manhood darkly join
• 37. Urania speaks with darken'd brow
• 38. With weary steps I loiter on
• 39. Old warder of these buried bones
• 40. Could we forget the widow'd hour
• 41. Thy spirit ere our fatal loss
• 42. I vex my heart with fancies dim
• 43. If Sleep and Death be truly one
• 44. How fares it with the happy dead?
• 45. The baby new to earth and sky
• 46. We ranging down this lower track
• 47. That each, who seems a separate whole
• 48. If these brief lays, of Sorrow born
• 49. From art, from nature, from the schools
• 50. Be near me when my light is low
• 51. Do we indeed desire the dead
• 52. I cannot love thee as I ought
• 53. How many a father have I seen
• 54. Oh yet we trust that somehow good
• 55. The wish, that of the living whole
• 56. 'So careful of the type?' but no
• 57. Peace; come away: the song of woe
• 58. In those sad words I took farewell
• 59. O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me
• 60. He past; a soul of nobler tone
• 61. If, in thy second state sublime
• 62. Tho' if an eye that's downward cast
• 63. Yet pity for a horse o'er-driven
• 64. Dost thou look back on what hath been
• 65. Sweet soul, do with me as thou wilt
• 66. You thought my heart too far diseased
• 67. When on my bed the moonlight falls
• 68. When in the down I sink my head
• 69. I dream'd there would be Spring no more
• 70. I cannot see the features right
• 71. Sleep, kinsman thou to death and trance
• 72. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again
• 73. So many worlds, so much to do
• 74. As sometimes in a dead man's face
• 75. (missing)
• 76. Take wings of fancy, and ascend
• 77. What hope is here for modern rhyme
• 78. Again at Christmas did we weave
• 79. 'More than my brothers are to me,'
• 80. If any vague desire should rise
• 81. Could I have said while he was here
• 82. I wage not any feud with Death
• 83. Dip down upon the northern shore
• 84. When I contemplate all alone
• 85. This truth came borne with bier and pall
• 86. Sweet after showers, ambrosial air
• 87. I past beside the reverend walls
• 88. Wild bird, whose warble, liquid sweet
• 89. Witch-elms that counterchange the floor
• 90. He tasted love with half his mind
• 91. When rosy plumelets tuft the larch
• 92. If any vision should reveal
• 93. I shall not see thee. Dare I say
• 94. How pure at heart and sound in head
• 95. By night we linger'd on the lawn
• 96. You say, but with no touch of scorn
• 97. My love has talk'd with rocks and trees
• 98. You leave us: you will see the Rhine
• 99. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again
• 100. I climb the hill: from end to end
• 101. Unwatch'd, the garden bough shall sway
• 102. We leave the well-beloved place
• 103. On that last night before we went
• 104. The time draws near the birth of Christ
• 105. To-night ungather'd let us leave
• 106. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky
• 107. It is the day when he was born
• 108. I will not shut me from my kind
• 109. Heart-affluence in discursive talk
• 110. Thy converse drew us with delight
• 111. The churl in spirit, up or down
• 112. High wisdom holds my wisdom less
• 113. 'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise
• 114. Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail
• 115. Now fades the last long streak of snow
• 116. Is it, then, regret for buried time
• 117. O days and hours, your work is this
• 118. Contemplate all this work of Time
• 119. Doors, where my heart was used to beat
• 120. I trust I have not wasted breath
• 121. Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun
• 122. Oh, wast thou with me, dearest, then
• 123. There rolls the deep where grew the tree
• 124. That which we dare invoke to bless
• 125. Whatever I have said or sung
• 126. Love is and was my Lord and King
• 127. And all is well, tho' faith and form
• 128. The love that rose on stronger wings
• 129. Dear friend, far off, my lost desire
• 130. Thy voice is on the rolling air
• 131. O living will that shalt endure
• Epilogue