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Tag Archives: Lord Tennyson
National Poetry Month: Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and … Continue reading
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Commonplace
“On the bald street breaks the blank day.” — Tennyson. That has to be one of the most depressing sentences ever written.
LM Montgomery on Tennyson’s “Guinevere”
“Tennyson says ‘We needs must love the highest when we see it.’ But that is false — utterly false! There is no such compulsion — more’s the pity. We must admire the highest when we see it — but it … Continue reading
LM Montgomery on Tennyson
“I detest Tennyson’s ‘Arthur’! If I’d been Guinevere, I’d have been unfaithful to him too. But not for Lancelot — he is just as unbearable in another way. As for Geraint, if I’d been Enid, I’d have bitten him. These … Continue reading
LM Montgomery on Wordsworth
“Even he occasionally says something so vital and poignant that I am ready to cry out with the agony of it — and so I love him too, in spite of his much balderdash.”
LM Montgomery on Tennyson
“I cannot think he is a supremely great poet. There is something lacking in him. He is very beautiful — very graceful. In short, the Perfect Artist. But he seldom lets us forget the artist — we are never swept … Continue reading
Blow, Bugle, Blow
The long light shakes across the lakes, and the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle: answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. — Tennyson, “Princess”
Echoes
“The echoes went clearer and further in their dying.” — Tennyson, “Princess”