Skip to content
Linespedia

The Talking Oak by Lord Alfred Tennyson

By Lord Alfred Tennyson

Topics: love-shayari, deep-lines, nature-poetry

Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within the chace. Beyond the lodge the city lies, Beneath its drift of smoke; And ah! with what delighted eyes I turn to yonder oak. For when my passion first began, Ere that, which in me burn'd,

AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.

About this line

"Once more the gate behind me falls;..."

"The Talking Oak" by Lord Alfred Tennyson is a love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual and romantic english poem consisting of 374 lines. This English poem by Lord Alfred Tennyson demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face...", this piece explores themes of love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual and romantic through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Lord Alfred Tennyson's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

Attribution & Rights

Author:Lord Alfred Tennyson

"Once more the gate behind me falls;..." by Lord Alfred Tennyson

For usage rights, copyright concerns, or to report an issue with this content, please visit our Copyright & Report page.

Related lines

"OLD FITZ, who from your suburb grange, Where once I tarried for a while, Glance at the wheeling orb of change, And greet it with a kindly smile; Whom"

"I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man. And Willy's wife has writte"

"Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow,"

"I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air— I have a rendez"

"I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When -- with sweet flowers of our New England May Hiding the lichened stones"

Lord Alfred Tennyson

About Lord Alfred Tennyson

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) served as British Poet Laureate for 42 years. His poems—including "The Charge of the Light Brigade," "Ulysses," and "In Memoriam A.H.H."—address Victorian concerns with faith, doubt, duty, and loss in memorable musical verse.

Full Bibliography
Continue Reading

"OLD FITZ, who from your suburb grange, Where once ..."

Weekly Poetic Insight

Join our literary Sanctuary

Get the most inspiring lines, poetic analysis, and secret shayaris delivered to your inbox every Sunday.