Cover of Early Poems Of Alfred Lord Tennyson

Early Poems Of Alfred Lord Tennyson

Auhtor: Alfred Lord Tennyson

Language: english

Genres:

poetry
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Review by Bob Tobias, February 2006


Rating: (****)
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Excerpts from the Book 'Early Poems Of Alfred Lord Tennyson':

... athwart the glooming flats. She only said, The night is dreary,. He cometh not, she said. She said, I am aweary, aweary,. I would that I ...
... scroll, and with 'his' word. She shook the world. [Footnote 1: The expression, as is not uncommon with Tennyson, is extremely ambiguous it ...
... play:. A charmed web she weaves alway. A curse is on her, if she stay. Her weaving, either night or day]. [Footnote 6: 1833. Therefore. Therefore. The ...
... many a deep-hued bell-like flower. Of fragrant trailers, when the air. Sleepeth over all the heaven,. And the crag that fronts the Even,. All ...
... desire. And, isled in sudden seas of light,. My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight,. Bursts into blossom in his sight. My whole soul ...
... 13: The 'angry' cheek is a fine touch.]. [Footnote 14: This fine sentiment is, of course, a commonplace among ancient philosophers, ...
... 45: Because intellectual and aesthetic pleasures are 'abused' and their purpose and scope mistaken, there is no reason why they should not ...
... haunt me, day and night.. She ceased in tears, fallen from hope and trust:. To whom the Egyptian: O, you tamely died. You should have ...
... none,. To hold by. Francis, laughing, clapt his hand. On Everard's shoulder, with I hold by him. And I, quoth Everard, by the wassail-bowl.. Why, ...
... rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard,. Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed. When all ...
... originally ran:-$. Her beauty grew till drawn in narrowing arcs. The southing autumn touch'd with sallower gleams. The granges on the fallows. ...
... about the crown, but dwell on the supernatural fragrance which exhaled from the saint.]. [Footnote 7: Tennyson has given a very poor substitute for ...
... and with dust:. For, ah. my friend, the days were brief [5]. Whereof the poets talk,. When that, which breathes within the leaf,. Could ...
... it-of the agitations, the suggestions and counter-suggestions of a mind sunk in hopeless despondency, and meditating self-destruction, together with ...
... knows a baseness in his blood. At such strange war with something good,. He may not do the thing he would. Heaven opens inward, chasms ...
... and mail. But o'er the dark a glory spreads,. And gilds the driving hail. I leave the plain, I climb the height. No branchy thicket shelter ...
... the awful question, can there be final salvation for the poor wretch. a reply undecipherable by man, and dawn breaking in angry splendour. The best ...
... at once inspires and kindles the intelligence which is to comprehend it if that intelligence, which is perhaps only another name for sympathy, does ...
... light. And oftentimes they flash and glitter. Like sunshine on a dancing rill,. And your words are seeming-bitter,. Sharp and few, but seeming-bitter. From ...
... to some new crown:-. Cries to thee, Lord, how long shall these things be. How long this icyhearted Muscovite. Oppress the region. Us, O Just ...