"On either side the river lie"
"Long fields of barley and of rye, "
"That clothe the word and meet the sky;"
"And thro' the field the road... read full description
"Long fields of barley and of rye, "
"That clothe the word and meet the sky;"
"And thro' the field the road... read full description
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Jul 30, 2011
And ever when the moon was low,
And the shrill winds were up and away
In the white curtain, to and fro,
She saw the gusty shadow sway.
But when the moon was very low,
And wild winds bound within their cell,
The shadow of the poplar fell
Upon her bed, across her brow.
She only said, "The night is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"
All day within the dreamy More...
And the shrill winds were up and away
In the white curtain, to and fro,
She saw the gusty shadow sway.
But when the moon was very low,
And wild winds bound within their cell,
The shadow of the poplar fell
Upon her bed, across her brow.
She only said, "The night is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"
All day within the dreamy More...
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Jul 14, 2009
Jed
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There is a certain way my professor used to say he liked something: he used to say it in a way that is sort of an attack on any opposite opinion, as if if someone did not like that particular thing, they had some 'splanin to do. Try and picture that sort of expression used in the following statement: I LIKE TENNYSON. I like him a lot. I love the way he takes periphrial characters, like Mariana or Oenone, and creates beautiful laments for them. I like the way he embraces the Romantic, yet stays s
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Jan 03, 2011
What does little baby say,
In her bed at peep of day?
Baby says, like little birdie,
Let me rise and fly away.
Baby, sleep a little longer,
Till the little limbs are stronger.
If she sleeps a little longer,
Baby too shall fly away.
`She sleeps: let us too, let all evil, sleep.
He also sleeps--another sleep than ours.
He can do no more wrong: forgive him, dear,
And I shall sleep the sounder!'
Then the man,
`His deeds yet live, the wo More...
In her bed at peep of day?
Baby says, like little birdie,
Let me rise and fly away.
Baby, sleep a little longer,
Till the little limbs are stronger.
If she sleeps a little longer,
Baby too shall fly away.
`She sleeps: let us too, let all evil, sleep.
He also sleeps--another sleep than ours.
He can do no more wrong: forgive him, dear,
And I shall sleep the sounder!'
Then the man,
`His deeds yet live, the wo More...
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Jul 27, 2009
I have known Tennyson's poems for a long time without knowing I did; "The Lady of Shalott" is beautifully put to music by Celtic singer Loreena McKennitt, about a lost time of chivalry, knights, and damsels in distress, as well as mirrors cracking. "Tithonus" is a hauntingly written poem about a man granted immortality but not the gift of staying young. Other poems that I have read so far are written in such a potently lyrical, saddened, sharp style as to be wholly original a
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Jul 30, 2011
Bruce
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I had never before concentrated on reading a large selection of Tennyson’s poetry at one time, having previously read only popular snippets in high school and college English classes, so this collection was an opportunity and a treat, and I came away from it with a number of impressions. Tennyson’s work is filled with Classical allusions – the very titles of many poems are revelatory: “The Lotus Eaters,” “Ulysses,” “Tithonus,” “Tiresias” – and such allusions are rich and wonderful if one has k
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Nov 04, 2011
Of old sat Freedom on the heights,
The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights:
She heard the torrents meet.
There in her place she did rejoice,
Self-gather'd in her prophet-mind,
But fragments of her mighty voice
Came rolling on the wind.
Then stept she down thro' town and field
To mingle with the human race,
And part by part to men reveal'd
The fullness of her face -
Grave mother of majestic works,
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The thunders breaking at her feet:
Above her shook the starry lights:
She heard the torrents meet.
There in her place she did rejoice,
Self-gather'd in her prophet-mind,
But fragments of her mighty voice
Came rolling on the wind.
Then stept she down thro' town and field
To mingle with the human race,
And part by part to men reveal'd
The fullness of her face -
Grave mother of majestic works,
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Aug 06, 2010
Nathan
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i bought this book when i was working on 'i am a camera.' i had no money at the time and this book was twice as expensive as all the other tennyson books, but it was also much more beautiful than the other ones. i stood in the aisle of biography books and picked it up and put it down and picked it up again, all the while concocting ways i could save money in other areas and have the better book. i decided for the next few weeks i would just eat my dinner out of cans, clutched the book to me a
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Jul 17, 2009
Nick
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I'm pretty sure the only poem I've quoted more in my life than Tennyson's Ulysses is The Wasteland. Totally epic.
Aug 08, 2009
king
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I love Tennyson, but I don't think many of his best works are in here. There are a few, but I wish there had been more.
Oct 30, 2011
I got this on the recommendation of (I think) my brother - for Merlin and the Gleam.
Jan 15, 2012
Anna
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I'm not usually a huge fan of poetry but Tennyson is defiantly my favourite!
Dec 16, 2009
Chris
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A dirty little secret - I never liked Tennyson as much as I pretended I did, even back when I was a long-locked undergrad reading poetry by moonlight in the gardens at Bard. I always WANTED to like Tennyson, as he's the hight of Victorian midieval obsessions, but its all too . . . formal. Give me the real middle ages any day.
Jul 30, 2011
Cassie
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I became obsessed with Tennyson thanks to Anne of Green Gables. I saved my pennies from babysitting to buy a print of Waterhouse's The Lady of Shalott. These poems filled that romantic void in my preteen-teen heart.
Aug 25, 2008
Inspired by the "Books I haven't read but remember from that 'Authors' game", I've added this to my list. Having read some of the history behind the poem, I've become more interested.
Nov 04, 2011
Elizabeth
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' She only said, "The night is dreary, he cometh not." she said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!"'
Jul 30, 2011
Kathleen
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Some of Tennyson's poems are terrific, sop I really enjoyed browsing through this collection.
Jul 30, 2011
Chelsea
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Because I love this man, and he has been a constant companion in my more recent travels.
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