from The Princess: Home they Brought her Warrior Dead

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809–1892 Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Home they brought her warrior dead:
         She nor swoon'd nor utter'd cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
         "She must weep or she will die."

Then they praised him, soft and low,
         Call'd him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
         Yet she neither spoke nor moved.

Stole a maiden from her place,
         Lightly to the warrior stepped,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
         Yet she neither moved nor wept.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,
         Set his child upon her knee—
Like summer tempest came her tears—
         "Sweet my child, I live for thee."

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Poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson 1809–1892

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Subjects Living, Sorrow & Grieving, Death

Poetic Terms Common Measure, Rhymed Stanza

 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, Sorrow & Grieving, Death

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Poetic Terms Common Measure, Rhymed Stanza

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