The Lamb

The gentle companion to “The Tyger.” Where that poem asks who made the beast and never answers, “The Lamb” asks the same question — who made thee? — and answers it at once, with childlike certainty: God, who became a lamb and a little child. This is what innocence sounds like.

The Rape of the Lock (Selected Excerpts)

Pope took a real scandal — a young lord who snipped a lock of a lady’s hair — and dressed it in the full armour of epic. The result is the wittiest satire in English, mocking vanity and epic alike while plainly delighting in the glittering world it sends up.

Tears, Idle Tears

One of the most musical lyrics in English — and it doesn’t rhyme. Tennyson names a grief with no cause, the objectless ache that wells up at the thought of “the days that are no more,” building through four deepening images to “O Death in Life.”

The Eagle

Just six lines, built like a coiled spring. Tennyson sets his eagle atop the world in monumental stillness — the sea far below merely “crawls” — then releases everything in one final plunge, on a verb that may mean a strike, or a death.