In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 5

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809–1892 Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I sometimes hold it half a sin
         To put in words the grief I feel;
         For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.

But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
         A use in   measured language lies;
         The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.

In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
         Like coarsest clothes against the cold;
         But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.

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Poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809–1892

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Subjects Living, Nature, Sorrow & Grieving

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More than any other Victorian writer, Tennyson has seemed the embodiment of his age, both to his contemporaries and to modern readers. In his own day he was said to be—with Queen Victoria and Gladstone—one of the three most famous living persons, a reputation no other poet writing in English has ever had. As official poetic spokesman for the reign of Victoria, he felt called upon to celebrate a quickly changing industrial and . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Nature, Sorrow & Grieving

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

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