I ENTREAT you, Alfred Tennyson, Come and share my haunch of venison. I have too a bin of claret, Good, but better when you share it. Though 'tis only a small bin, There 's a stock of it within. And as sure as I'm a rhymer Half a butt of Rudesheimer. Come: among the sons of men is one Welcomer than Alfred Tenyson? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE CRICKET by FREDERICK GODDARD TUCKERMAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 37. AL-HALI by EDWIN ARNOLD MISTRESS FATE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ATTUNED by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX THOUGHTS AFTER VIRGIL by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB EPITAPH ON MRS. ANNE PRIDEAUX, DAUGHTER OF DR. PRIDEAUX by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |