This page was developed with particular help from A. E. Baker's Tennyson Concordance: Poems, Dramas, & Poetical Remains.

		Airy, fairy Lilian,
		Flitting, fairy Lilian,
				Lilian, (lines 1-2)

		A fairy shield your Genius made
		    And gave you on your natal day.
				Margaret (lines 41-42)

		And flattering childish thought
		The oriental fairy brought,
		  At the moment of thy birth,
		From old well-heads of haunted rills,
		And the hearts of purple hills
		  The choicest wealth of all the earth,
		Jewel or shell, or starry ore,
		To deck thy cradle, Eleanor.
				Eleanor (lines 13-21)

		  With whitest honey in fairy gardens cull'd--
				Eleanor (line 26)


		And Fancy came and at her pillow sat,
		When sleep had bound her in his rosy band,
		And chased away the still-recurring gnat,
		And woke her with a lay from fairy land.
			Caress'd and chidden by the slender hand (lines 5-8)

		And by the moon the reaper weary,
		Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
		Listening, whispers, "'Tis the fairy
			Lady of Shalotte."
				The Lady of Shalott (lines 33-36)

		Here all things in their place remain,
		  As all were order'd, ages since.
		Come, Care and Pleasure, Hope and Pain,
		  And bring the fated fairy Prince.
				The Day Dream (lines 73-76)

		He travels far from other skies--
		  His mantle glitters on the rocks--
		A fairy PRince, with joyful eyes,
		  And lighter-footed than the fox.
				The Day Dream (lines 105-108)

		To sleep thro' terms of mighty wars,
		  And wake on science grown to more,
		On secrets of the brain, the stars,
		  As wild as aught of fairy lore.
				The Day Dream (lines 221-224)

		At times a carvern craft would shoot
		  From havens hid in fairy bowers,
		With naked limbs and flowers and fruit,
		  But we nor paused for fruit nor flowers.
				The Voyage (lines 53-56)

		With many a curve my banks I fret
		  By many a field and fallow,
		And many a fairy foreland set
		  With willow-weed and mallow.
				The Brook (lines 43-46)

		A petty railway ran; a fire-balloon
		Rose gem-like up before the dusky groves
		And dropt a fairy parachute and past;
				The Princess (lines 74-76)

		O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear,
		  And tinner, clearer, farther going!
		O, sweet and far from cliff and scar
		  The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
				The Princess, part III (lines 354-357)

		Did he push, when he was uncurl'd
		A golden foot or a fairy horn
		Thro' his dim water-world?
				Maud, part II (lines 66-68)

		"For as to fairies, that will flit
		   To make the greenward fresh,
		I hold them exquisitely knit,
		   But far too spare of flesh."
				The Talking Oak (lines 89-92)

		For Bleys, our Merlin's master, as they say,
		Died but of late, and sent his cry to me,
		To hear him speak before he left his life.
		Shrunk like a fairy changeling lay the mage;
				The Coming of Arthur (lines 359-362)
			From	Idylls of the King

		Then those who went with Gareth were amazed,
		One crying, "Let us go no further, lord;
		Here is a city of enchanters, built
		By fairy kings."  The second echo'd him:
		Lord, we have heard from our wise man at home
		To northward, that this king is not the King
		But only a changeling out of Fairyland,
		Who drave the heathen hence by sorcery
		And Merlin's glamour."
				Gareth and Lynette (lines 194-202)
			From	Idylls of the King

		Your city moved so weirdly in the mist--
		Doubt if the King be king at all, or come
		From Fairyland; and whether this be built
		By magic, and by fairy kings and queens;
				Gareth and Lynette (lines 242-245)
			From	Idylls of the King

		For truly, as thou sayest, a fairy king
		And fairy queens have built the city, son;
				Gareth and Lynette (lines 254-255)
			From	Idylls of the King

				And all day long we rode
		Thro' the dim land against a rushing wind,
		That glorious roundel echoing in our ears,
		And chased the flashes of his golden horns
		Until they vanish'd by the fairy well
				Merlin and Vivien (lines 422-426)
			From	Idylls of the King

		"He is enchanted, cannot speak--and she,
		Look how she sleeps--the Fairy Queen so fair!
		Yea, but how pale! what are they? flesh and blood?
		Or come to take the King to Fairyland?
		For some do hold our Arthur cannot die,
		But he passes into Fairyland."
				Lancelot and Elaine (lines 1246-1251)
			From	Idylls of the King

		And we sang of the triumphs of Finn, and
			the boast of our ancient blood,
		And we gazed at the wandering wave as we
			sat by the gurgle of springs,
		And we chanted the song of the Bards and
			the glories of fairy kings.
				The Voyago of Maeldune (lines 88-90)

		Till at thy chuckled note,
		  Thou twinkling bird,
		The fairy fancies range,
		  And, lightly stirr'd,
		Ring little bells of change
		  From word to word.
				Early Spring (lines 37-42)

				Ay, but now
		Your fairy prince has found you, take this ring.
				The Ring (lines 61-62)

		When this bare dome had not begun to gleam
			Thro' youthful curls,
		And you were then a lover's fairy dream,
			His girl of girls
				TO Mary Boyle (lines 41-44)
		
		Then to the melody,
		Over a wilderness
		Gliding, or glancing at
		Elf of the woodland,
		Gnome of the cavern,
		Griffin and Giant,
		and dancing of Fairies
		In desolate hollows.
				Merlin and the Gleam (lines 35-42)

		In living letters, told her fairy-tales,
		Show'd her the fairy footings on the grass,
		The little dells of cowslip, fairy palms,
		The petty mare's-tail forest, fairy pines
		or from the tiny pitted target blew
		What look'd a flight of fairy arrows aim'd
		All at one mark
				Aylmer's Field (lines 89-95)

		And still at evenings on before his horse
		The flickering fairy circle wheel'd and broke
		Flying, and link'd again, and wheel'd and broke
		Flying, for all the land was full of life.
				Guinevere (lines 255-58)
		

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