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Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson

Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson
By Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Although Tennyson has often been characterized as an austere, bearded patriarch and laureate of the Victorian age, his poems still have relevance. His mastery of rhyme, metre, imagery and mood communicate their dark, sensuous and sometimes morbid messages.


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  • Amazon Sales Rank: #177648 in Books
  • Published on: 1998-04
  • Original language: English
  • Binding: Paperback
  • 688 pages

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I Need Another Star5
The man that created poetry as an art, and held Europe at a stand still for nearly thirty five years as he held the title of Laurette, now finally his works become very obvious in his complete works, but nothing is more present of the fact then his poem "Odysses", a story about his life, through a myth, fable so to speak.
I grasp that to many times, becomes it feasts, yells, and then knows not me, exceptional is his play on words, and the game I so often play to control them.

Tennyson is a masterful poet, his verse is hypnotic5
Of Tennyson's poems, In Memoriam A. H. H. and Maud stand out as personal favourites. In these poems he evokes a gentle blend of melancholy, connectedness with the land and countryside, and a tangible sense of the eternity of life and nature and ones personal destiny within these. His poems are mesmerizing, his rhythmic language and masterful blending of words draws a reader in, and has a hypnotic effect. He isn't trite, clumsy, or contrived. His subjects share the spirit of the Pre-Raphaelite painter's subjects, they are often brooding, forlorn, existing an empty, melancholic, roaming life in a garden of Eden. To the reader, his subjects are real, full and beautiful and are at once human and metaphysical.

The poetry of Lord Tennyson touches my soul deeply.5
I am a mariner, in fact a rather old one. The Tennyson poem, Crossing the Bar, as I remember it as a young man and as I read it today as an old man, has taken on new meaning and touched the center of my sensibilities.