Poems

Poems

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Alfred, Lord Tennyson was a more complex writer than his status as Queen Victoria's favorite poet might suggest. Though capable of rendering rapture and delight in the most exquisite verse, in another mode Tennyson is brother in spirit to Poe and Baudelaire, the author of dark, passionate reveries. And though he treasured poetic tradition, his work nevertheless engaged directly with the great issues of his time, from industrialization and the crisis of faith to scientific progress and women's rights. A master of the short, intense lyric, he can also be sardonic, humorous, voluptuous, earthy, and satirical.

This collection includes, of course, such famous poems as "The Lady of Shalott" and "The Charge of the Light Brigade." There are extracts from all the major masterpieces--"Idylls of the King," "The Princess," "In Memoriam"--and several complete long poems, such as "Ulysses" and "Demeter and Persephone," that demonstrate his narrative grace. Finally, there are many of the short lyrical poems, such as "Come into the Garden, Maud" and "Break, Break, Break," for which he is justly celebrated.
Publisher: New York ; Toronto : Alfred A. Knopf, 2004.
ISBN: 9781400041879
1400041872
Characteristics: 255 p. --
Alternative Title: Tennyson

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Miller0111
Aug 23, 2016

From (The Idylls of the King - The Passing of Arthur): But now farewell. I am going a long way / With these thou seëst—if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)— To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies / Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns / And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, / where I will heal me of my grievous wound.

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Aug 23, 2016

From (The Charge of the Light Brigade): Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death / Rode the six hundred.

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From (The Princess): Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font. The firefly wakens; waken thou with me.

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