A metaphorical poem where life of an oak tree is compared with that of human.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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The Eagle
By Lord Alfred Tennyson He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ring’d with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled …
Break, Break, Break
By Alfred Lord Tennyson Break, break, break,On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!And I would that my tongue could utterThe thoughts that arise in me. …
Ulysses
By Alfred Lord Tennyson It little profits that an idle king,By this still hearth, among these barren crags,Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and …