The Tourney

Ralph would fight in Ediths sight,
For Ralph was Ediths lover,
Ralph went down like a fire to the fight,
Struck to the left and struck to the right,
Rolld them over and over.
Gallant Sir Ralph, said the king.

Casques were crackd and hauberks hackd,
Lances snapt in sunder,
Rang the stroke, and sprang the blood,
Knights were thwackd and riven, and hewd
Like broad oaks with thunder.
O what an arm, said the king.

Edith bowd her stately head,
Saw them lie confounded,
Edith Montfort bowd her head,
Crownd her knights, and flushd as red
As poppies when she crownd it.
Take her Sir Ralph, said the king.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson was a renowned British poet of the Victorian era, born on August 6, 1809, in Somersby, Lincolnshire. He is best known for his works like 'In Memoriam A.H.H.', 'The Charge of the Light Brigade', and 'Ulysses'. As one of the most popular poets of his time, he was appointed Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland in 1850. Tennyson's poetry is characterized by its rich imagery, deep emotion, and classical themes. He passed away on October 6, 1892.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Prefatory Sonnet

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Love And Death

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A Welcome To Alexandra

Alfred Lord Tennyson, Simple Poetry

The Larger Hope

Alfred Lord Tennyson, Simple Poetry

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My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
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