Alfred Tennyson
Poems (6)
- Beautiful CityBeautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion,
- Come not, when I am deadTo drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
- Ring Out, Wild BellsRing out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
- The Charge of the Heavy Brigade at BalaclavaPROLOGUE TO GENERAL HAMLEY
- The Time Draws Near the Birth of Christ1
- Ulysses (Tennyson)It little profits that an idle king,