Posted on 04/30/2025 8:15:50 PM PDT by kawhill
More than any other Victorian-era writer, Tennyson has seemed the embodiment of his age, both to his contemporaries and to modern readers.
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Thank you very much and God bless you.
His “Morte d’Arthur” is a must-read.
Thank you, I never got further than this:
Alfred, Lord Tennyson wrote both “Locksley Hall” and “Locksley Hall Sixty Years After”. “Locksley Hall,” published in 1842, expresses a young man’s desire for adventure and progress, while “Locksley Hall Sixty Years After,” published in 1886, reflects on the disappointment of that progress and the disillusionment of a later, more industrialized Britain.
I also recall a that he went to some Royal Function where everyone was drinking wine, because exasperated, and shouted loudly, " Can anyone tell me where someone can get a bottle of Bass (Ale)!
The Charge of the Light Brigade
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flashed all their sabers bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sab’ring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the saber stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Alfred, Lord Tennyson is the correct appellation.
Tennyson held the position of Poet Laureate.
‘Ulysses’ grabbed hold of me when I was a kid, still moves me to this day.
It’s in my tag line!
…Who trusted God was love indeed, and love creation’s final law—
Tho’ Nature red in tooth and claw With ravine shrieked against his creed—
In Memoriam
Both are well worth the read!
I had to memorize it for a 5th grade assignment and can still recite it.
An internet search of 5-10 seconds will lead you to the poem, "Morte d'Arthur", by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
It later became part of his work by the name of, "Idylls of the King", and it is Tennyson's description of certain chapters of Sir Thomas Malory's work by the same name. However, make no mistake about it; Alfred Lord Tennyson most certainly wrote a poem by the name of "Mort d'Arthur"; it was published under that name in 1842. ("Idylls of the King" was published in 1759.)
Should be 1859, but I'm sure you spotted the typo.
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