In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 39

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809–1892 Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Old warder of these buried bones,
         And answering now my random stroke
         With fruitful cloud and living smoke,
Dark yew, that graspest at the stones

And dippest toward the dreamless head,
         To thee too comes the golden hour
         When flower is feeling after flower;
But Sorrowifixt upon the dead,

And darkening the dark graves of men,i
         What whisper'd from her lying lips?
         Thy gloom is kindled at the tips,
And passes into gloom again.

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Poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809–1892

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Subjects Living, Death

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza, Series/Sequence

 Alfred, Lord  Tennyson

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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, Death

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza, Series/Sequence

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