1829. TIMBUCTOO. Printed in Prolusiones Academicæ,' Cambridge.

1830. POEMS, CHIEFLY LYRICAL. London. 1831. Anacreontics,' 'No More,' and

A Fragment' contributed to The Gem; a Literary Annual'; and a Sonnet (Check every outflash,' etc.) to The Englishman's Magazine' for August (reprinted in 'Friendship's Offering,' 1833).

1832. POEMS BY ALFRED TENNYSON. London (dated 1833).

A Sonnet (There are three things,' etc.) contributed to The Yorkshire Literary Annual'; and a Sonnet (Me my own Fate,' etc.) to Friendship's Offering.' 1833.

THE LOVER'S TALE. London. Suppressed immediately after publication. 1837. O that 't were possible' (the germ of Maud ') contributed to The Tribute'; and Saint Agnes' Eve' to The Keepsake.'

1842. PORMS. 2 vols. London. A second, third, and fourth edition appeared in 1843-46; fifth, in one volume, 1848; sixth, 1850; seventh, 1851; and eighth (with additions), 1853.

1846. The New Timon and the Poets' contributed to Punch,' February 28; and Afterthought' to 'Punch,' March 7.

1847. THE PRINCESS. London. Second, third, and fourth editions, 1848–51; fifth, 1853. 1849.

'To after Reading a Life and Letters,' in the Examiner,' March 24. 1850. IN MEMORIAM. London. Second and third editions the same year; fourth edition, 1851. Lines (Here often, when a child,' etc.) contributed to the Manchester Literary Album.'

1851. What time I wasted youthful hours' and Come not when I am dead,' contrib

1852. ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. London.

'Britons, guard your own,' contributed to the Examiner,' January 31; and The Third of February' and 'Hands all Round' to the same, February 7.

1854. The Charge of the Light Brigade,' in the Examiner,' December 9. Reprinted in separate form, in August, 1855. 1855. MAUD, AND OTHER POEMS. London. A second enlarged edition, in 1856. 1857. ENID AND NIMUE: OR THE TRUE AND THE FALSE (earliest form of two 'Idylls of the King'), London. Suppressed before publication.

Illustrated edition of the 'Poems.' Lon

1865. A SELECTION FROM THE WORKS OF ALFRED TENNYSON (containing six new, poems). London.

1867. THE WINDOW: OR THE LOVES OF THE

WRENS. Privately printed at Canford Manor. Reprinted at London, 1870 (dated 1871).

THE VICTIM. Privately printed at same place. 1868. The Victim' reprinted in 'Good Words,' January. On a Spiteful Letter' contributed to Once a Week,' January; 'Wages' to 'Macmillan's Magazine,' February; 1865-1866' to 'Good Words,' March; and Lucretius' to 'Macmillan's Magazine,' May.

1869. THE HOLY GRAIL, AND OTHER POEMS. London.

The Sonnet to W. H. Brookfield contributed to the 'Memoir' by Lord Lyttleton. 1871. The Miniature Edition' of the Poems ' (10 vols.), London.

'The Last Tournament' contributed to the Contemporary Review,' December. 1872. GARETH AND LYNETTE (and The Last Tournament'), London.

The Library Edition' of the 'Poems' (7 vols.), London (1872-73).

1873. The Popular Edition' of the 'Poems,' London (1873-74).

1874. A WELCOME TO MARIE ALEXANDROVNA (first printed in the Times,' and afterwards separately).

Com

The Cabinet Edition' of the 'Poems,' containing important additions. pleted (12 vols.) in 1880.

1875. QUEEN MARY, London.

The Author's Edition' of the 'Poems,' London, 6 vols. (1875-77).

1876. HAROLD, London (dated 1877). 1877. A Prefatory Sonnet' contributed to the Nineteenth Century,' March; Montenegro' to number for May; Sonnet' To Victor Hugo,' to number for June; and Achilles over the Trench,' August.

to the

Epitaph on Sir John Franklin written for the memorial in Westminster Abbey. 1878. The Revenge' contributed Nineteenth Century,' March. 1879. THE LOVER'S TALE (completed), London.

The Defence of Lucknow,' with ' Dedicatory Poem to the Princess Alice,' contributed to the Nineteenth Century,' April. 1880. BALLADS, AND OTHER POEMS, London.

1891. To Sleep' contributed to the 'New Review,' March.

1892.

Verses on The Death of the Duke of Clarence and Avondale' printed in the Nineteenth Century,' February.

THE FORESTERS, London and New York.

SILENT VOICES, published privately in London on the day of the Poet's funeral (October 12).

THE DEATH OF ENONE, AKBAR'S DREAM, and OTHER POEMS. London and New York.

A miniature 16-volume edition, bound in 8 volumes (one thousand copies on India paper, printed at the Oxford University Press) was published in September. It did not include The Foresters' nor the Death of Enone' volume. It is not mentioned in any of the Bibliographies.

1893. POEMS BY TWO BROTHERS, London; a reprint of the edition of 1827, with four additional poems from MS. and Timbuctoo.' Edited, with preface, by Hallam Lord Tennyson. London and New York.

New 10-volume edition of the Poems, including the Foresters' and the poems in The Death of Enone' volume; also a new one-volume edition similarly complete. London and New York.

BECKET, as arranged for the stage by Henry Irving, and presented at the Lyceum Theatre, February 6, 1893. London and New York.

1897. ALFRED LORD TENNYSON: A Memoir. by his Son. 2 vols. London and New York. Contains seventy or more unpublished poems and fragments, mostly of early date.

1898. New Globe Edition' of the Poems,' complete in one volume. London and New York.

A city clerk, but gently born and bred, 252.
Act first, this Earth, a stage so gloom'd with
woe, 555.

Again at Christmas did we weave, 180.

A garden here - May breath and bloom of
spring, 622.

A happy lover who has come, 165.
Ah God! the petty fools of rhyme, 272.
Ah! yes, the lip may faintly smile, 772.
Airy, fairy Lilian, 7.

All along the valley, stream that flashest white,

264.

All thoughts, all creeds, all dreams are true,
787.

Almighty Love! whose nameless power, 776.
Along yon vapour-mantled sky, 760.
Altho' I be the basest of mankind, 79.
And all is well, tho' faith and form, 195.
And ask ye why these sad tears stream? 765.
And was the day of my delight, 169.

And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say,
little Anne? 258.

Angels have talked with him and showed him
thrones, 783.

A plague upon the people fell, 272.

Are you sleeping? have you forgotten? do not
sleep, my sister dear, 501.

A rose, but one, none other rose had I, 419.
Arouse thee, O Greece! and remember the day,
776.

Ask me no more: the wind may draw the sea,

'Beat, little heart - I give you this and this,'
552.

Beat upon mine, little heart! beat, beat! 553.
Beautiful city, the centre and crater of Euro-
pean confusion, 555.

Below the thunders of the upper deep, 6.
Be near me when my light is low, 175.
Be thou a-gawin' to the long barn? 732.
Beware, beware, ere thou takest, 773.

Blow trumpet, for the world is white with
May, 310.

Blow ye the trumpet, gather from afar, 789.
Bow, daughter of Babylon, bow thee to the
dust! 775.

Break, break, break, 114.

Brooks, for they call'd you so that knew you
best, 484.

Bury the Great Duke, 223.

By night we linger'd on the lawn, 186.

Calm is the morn without a sound, 166.
Caress'd or chidden by the slender hand, 25.
Chains, my good lord! in your raised brows I
read, 476.

Check every outflash, every ruder sally, 790.
Clear-headed friend, whose joyful scorn, 9.
Clearly the blue river chimes in flowing, 4.
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain
height, 158.

Come not, when I am dead, 110.

Come, when no graver cares employ, 222.
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet
't is early morn, 90.

Contemplate all this work of Time, 193.
Could I have said while he was here, 181.
Could I outwear my present state of woe, 784.
Could we forget the widow'd hour, 172.

Courage!' he said, and pointed toward the
land, 51.

Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood,
422.

Dainty little maiden, whither would you wan-
der, 271.

Dark house, by which once more I stand, 165.
Dead! 512.

Dead mountain flowers, 712.

Dead Princess, living Power, if that which
lived, 470.

Dear friend, far off, my lost desire, 195.
Dear, near and true- -no truer Time himself,

265.

Deep on the convent-roof the snows, 100.
Did not thy roseate lips outvie, 761.
Dip down upon the northern shore, 181.

He tasted love with half his mind, 185.
He that only rules by terror, 106.

Doors, where my heart was used to beat, 193.
Dosn't thou 'ear my 'erse's legs, as they can-
ters awaäy, 262.

Dost ask why Laura's soul is riven, 773.

Dost thou look back on what hath been, 177.
Do we indeed desire the dead, 175.
Down Savoy's hills of stainless white, 764.
Dust are our frames; and, gilded dust, our
pride, 241.

Elaine the fair, Elaine the lovable, 380.

Ere yet my heart was sweet Love's tomb, 783.
Every day hath its night, 782.

Eyes not down-dropt nor over-bright, but fed, 7.

Faded every violet, all the roses, 794.

Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies,
528.

Fair is her cottage in its place, 264.

Fair ship that from the Italian shore, 165.
Fair things are slow to fade away, 528.
Farewell, Macready, since to-night we part, 525.
Farewell, whose like on earth I shall not find,

Half a league, half a league, 226.

Hallowed be Thy name - Halleluiah! 484.
Hapless doom of woman happy in betrothing!
615.

Hark! how the gale, in mournful notes and
stern, 768.

Heart-affluence in discursive talk, 191.

Heaven weeps above the earth all night till
morn, 784.

He clasps the crag with crooked hands, 110.
'He is fled - I wish him dead -' 542.
Helen's Tower, here I stand, 514.

He past, a soul of nobler tone, 177.
Her arms across her breast she laid, 110,

Here by this brook we parted, I to the East,
217.

Here far away, seen from the topmost cliff, 281.
Here, it is here, the close of the year, 271.
Here often, when a child I lay reclined, 791.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, 171.
He rose at dawn and, fired with hope, 265.
Her, that yer Honor was spakin' to? Whin,
yer Honor? last year- 504.

He thought to quell the stubborn hearts of oak,
25.

Hide me, mother! my fathers belong'd to the
church of old, 492.

High wisdom holds my wisdom less, 192.

His eyes in eclipse, 781.

His friends would praise him, I believed 'em,' |

571.

Home they brought her warrior dead, 149.
How fares it with the happy dead, 173.

How gaily sinks the gorgeous sun within his
golden bed, 774.

How long, O God, shall men be ridden down,
25.

How many a father have I seen, 175.
How pure at heart and sound in head, 186.

I am any man's suitor, 781.

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, 43.
I came in haste with cursing breath, 772.
I cannot love thee as I ought, 175.

I cannot see the features right, 179.

I climb the hill: from end to end, 188.

I come from haunts of coot and hern, 218.

I die my limbs with icy feeling, 773.

I dream'd there would be Spring no more, 178.
I envy not in any moods, 169.

If any vague desire should rise, 181.
If any vision should reveal, 185.
If, in thy second state sublime, 177.
If I were loved, as I desire to be, 26.
If one should bring me this report, 166.
If Sleep and Death be truly one, 173.
If these brief lays, of Sorrow born, 174.

I had a vision when the night was late, 111.

I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little
wood, 199.

I hear the noise about thy keel, 165.

I held it truth, with him who sings, 163.

I knew an old wife lean and poor, 62.

I know her by her angry air, 23.

I know that this was Life, the track, 169.

I leave thy praises unexpress'd, 180.
Illyrian woodlands, echoing falls, 114.

I'm glad I walk'd. How fresh the meadows
look, 75.

In her ear he whispers gaily, 107.

In love, if love be love, if love be ours, 372.

In those sad words I took farewell, 176.

I past beside the reverend walls, 184.

I read, before my eyelids dropt their shade, 53.

I see the chariot, where, 767.

I see the wealthy miller yet, 35.

I send you here a sort of allegory, 42.

I shall not see thee. Dare I say, 186.

I sing to him that rests below, 168.
Is it, then, regret for buried time, 193.

Is it the wind of the dawn that I hear in the
pine overhead? 679.

Is it you, that preach'd in the chapel there
looking over the sand? 495.

I sometimes hold it half a sin, 164.

I stood on a tower in the wet, 793.

I stood upon the Mountain which o'erlooks,

778.

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I' the glooming light, 781.

It is the day when he was born, 190.
It is the miller's daughter, 37.
It is the solemn even-time, 765.
It little profits that an idle king, 88.
I trust I have not wasted breath, 194.
It was the time when lilies blow, 105.
I vex my heart with fancies dim, 173.
I wage not any feud with Death, 181.
I waited for the train at Coventry, 95.
I wander in darkness and sorrow, 758.
I was the chief of the race he had stricken
my father dead, 480.

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I will hang thee, my Harp, by the side of the
fountain, 756.

I will not shut me from my kind, 191.
I wish I were as in the years of old, 489.

Jerusalem! Jerusalem! 770.

King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap,

413.

King Charles was sitting all alone, 777.

Kings, when to private audience they descend,
772.

King, that hast reign'd six hundred years, and
grown, 488.

Lady Clara Vere de Vere, 46.

Land of bright eye and lofty brow, 761.
Late, my grandson! half the morning have I
paced these sandy tracts, 517.

Late, late, so late! and dark the night and
chill! 436.

Leodogran, the King of Cameliard, 304.
Life and Thought have gone away, 15.
Like souls that balance joy and pain, 109.
Live thy Life, 556.

Lo, as a dove when up she springs, 166.

Long as the heart beats life within her breast,
793.

Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm,
227.

Lo! there once more - this is the seventh
night! 623.

Love is and was my lord and king, 195.
Love is come with a song and a smile, o28.
Love that hath us in the net, 37.

Love thou thy land, with love far-brought, 61.
Low-flowing breezes are roaming the broad val-
ley dimm'd in the gloaming, 4.

Lucilia, wedded to Lucretius, found, 274.

Many a hearth upon our dark globe sighs after
many a vanish'd face, 533.

Many, many welcomes, 556.
Mellow moon of heaven, 534.
Memory! dear enchanter! 755.

Me my own fate to lasting sorrow doometh, 790.
Midnight in no midsummer tune, 514.

Milk for my sweet-arts, Bess! fur it mun be
the time about now, 506.

Mine be the strength of spirit, full and free, 24.
Minnie and Winnie, 271.

Mona! with flame thine oaks are streaming,
762.

Moon on the field and the foam, 720.

'More than my brothers are to me,' 181.
Move eastward, happy earth, and leave, 110.
My father left a park to me, 99.

My friend should meet me somewhere herea-
bouts, 473.

My good blade carves the casques of men,
My heart is wasted with my woe, 17.

101.

My hope and heart is with thee-thou wilt be,
24.

My life is full of weary days, 24.

My Lords, we hear you speak: you told us all,
269.

My love has talk'd with rocks and trees, 187.
My name, once mine, now thine, is closelier
mine, 373.

My own dim life should teach me this, 171.
My Rosalind, my Rosalind, 21.

My Rosalind, my Rosalind, 789.
Mystery of mysteries, 20.

Naäy, noä mander o' use to be callin' 'im Roä,
Roa, Roä, 530.

Nature, so far as in her lies, 60.
Nightingales warbled without, 271.

Not here! the white North has thy bones; and
thou, 487.

Not he that breaks the dams, but he, 793.
Not this way will you set your name, 510.
Now fades the last long streak of snow, 193.
Now is done thy long day's work, 16.

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white,
158.

Now, sometimes in my sorrow shut, 169.

O beauty, passing beauty! sweetest Sweet, 787.
O blackbird! sing me something well, 58.
O bridesmaid, ere the happy knot was tied, 26.
O, Cleopatra fare thee well, 758.

O darling room, my heart's delight, 789.
O days and hours, your work is this, 193.
O diviner air, 461.

Of love that never found his earthly close, 85.
Of old sat Freedom on the heights, 60.
O God! my God! have mercy now, 4.
O go not yet, my love! 782.

O happy lark, that warblest high, 748.
Oh! Berenice, lorn and lost, 769.
Oh! 't is a fearful thing to glance, 756.
Oh! ye wild winds, that roar and rave, 774.
O Lady Flora, let me speak, 96.

Old Fitz, who from your suburb grange, 488.
Old poets foster'd under friendlier skies, 516.
Old Sword! tho' dim and rusted, 759.
Old warder of these buried bones, 172.
Old yew, which graspest at the stones, 163.
O living will that shalt endure, 196.

O Love, Love, Love! O withering might! 38.
O love, what hours were thine and mine, 221.
O loyal to the royal in thyself, 450.

O maiden, fresher than the first green leaf, 784.
man, forgive thy mortal foe, 746.

O me, my pleasant rambles by the lake, 77.
O mighty-mouth'd inventor of harmonies, 268.
O Morning Star that smilest in the blue, 326.
O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida, 39.
Once in a golden hour, 264.

Once more the gate behind me falls, 82.