A gate and a field half ploughed All thoughts, all creeds, all dreams, are true Angels have talked with him and showed him thrones As when a man, that sails in a balloon Blow ye the trumpets, gather from afar But she tarries in her place Check every outflash, every ruder sally Could I outwear my present state of woe Ere yet my heart was sweet Love's tomb Every day hath its night First drink a health, this solemn night God bless our Prince and Bride Heaven weeps above the earth all night Here far away, seen from the topmost cliff His eyes in eclipse Home they brought him slain with spears How much I love this writer's manly style How often, when a child I lay reclined I am any man's suitor I stood on a tower in the wet I stood upon the Mountain which o'erlooks I' the glooming light Me my own fate to lasting sorrow doometh My Rosalind, my Rosalind O darling room, my heart's delight Oh, Beauty, passing beauty! sweetest sweet! Oh, go not yet, my love O maiden fresher than the first green leaf O sad _No more_! O sweet _No more_ O thou whose fringèd lids I gaze upon Rise, Britons, rise, if manhood be not dead Sainted Juliet! dearest name Shall the hag Evil die with the child of Good Sure never yet was Antelope The lintwhite and the throstlecock The Northwind fall'n in the new starréd night The pallid thunderstricken sigh for gain There are three things that fill my heart with sighs Therefore your halls, your ancient colleges There is no land like England The varied earth, the moving heaven Thou, from the first, unborn, undying love Though Night hath climbed her peak Two bees within a chrystal flowerbell rockèd Voice of the summerwind We have had enough of motion We know him, out of Shakespeare's art What time I wasted youthful hours Where is the Giant of the Sun, which stood Who can say Who fears to die? Who fears to die With roses musky breathed You cast to ground the hope which once was mine You did late review my lays Your ringlets, your ringlets End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson, by Alfred Lord Tennyson