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Born on August 6, 1809, in Somersby, Lincolnshire, England, Alfred Tennyson is one of the most well-loved Victorian poets. In 1850, with the publication of In Memoriam, Tennyson became one of Britain’s most popular poets. He was selected Poet Laureate in succession to Wordsworth. In 1859, Tennyson published the first poems of Idylls of the ...
– Alfred, Lord Tennyson, em “Poemas de Alfred Tennyson”. [selecção, tradução, notação, introdução e organização de Octávio Santos]. Lisboa: Editora Saída de Emergência, 2009. § Querelas literárias Ah, Deus! Os mesquinhos loucos da rima que guincham e suam em guerras de pigmeus perante o empedernido rosto do Tempo
There was a poem called To Julia on Her birthday unpublished by Alfred Lord Tennyson, I took it to Sotheby's to be sold in the70's along with other poems written by Tennysons own hand they said that it was not valuable enough, but they wouldn't return it to me, over the years I have requested it back but have had no reply from them, has anyone heard of it I believe he is referring to Julia ...
The dim curls kindle into sunny rings; Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood. Glow with the glow that slowly crimson'd all. Thy presence and thy portals, while I lay, Mouth, forehead, eyelids, growing dewy-warm. With kisses balmier than half-opening buds. Of April, and could hear the lips that kiss'd.
Uma despedida. Muitos dos trabalhos de Tennyson são focados na morte; neste poema, ele pondera como todos morrem, mas a natureza continuará depois que partirmos. Desce, riacho frio, para o mar Tua onda de tributo entrega: Não mais por ti meus passos serão Para sempre e para sempre.
In 1850, with the publication of In Memoriam, Tennyson became one of Britain’s most popular poets. He was selected Poet Laureate in succession to Wordsworth. In 1859, Tennyson published the first poems of Idylls of the Kings, which sold more than 10,000 copies in one month. In 1884, he accepted a peerage, becoming Alfred Lord Tennyson.
And through the field the road runs by. To many-towered Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow. Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. Through the wave that runs for ever.
