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Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson, FRS ( / ˈtɛnɪsən /; 6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892), was an English poet. He was the Poet Laureate during much of Queen Victoria 's reign. In 1829, Tennyson was awarded the Chancellor's Gold Medal at Cambridge for one of his first pieces, "Timbuktu". He published his first solo collection of poems ...
Alfred, Lord Tennyson. read this poet’s poems. Born on August 6, 1809, in Somersby, Lincolnshire, England, Alfred, Lord Tennyson is one of the most well-loved Victorian poets. Tennyson, the fourth of twelve children, showed an early talent for writing. At the age of twelve he wrote a 6,000-line epic poem.
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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson’s ‘Oenone’ weaves heart-wrenching verses as Oenone, spurned by Paris, faces solitude, despair, and a haunting future. 'Oenone' is a good example of Alfred Lord Tennyson's poetry. The poem encapsulates his signature style, marked by eloquence, vivid imagery, and a penchant for exploring mythological narratives.
Ulysses. Alfred, Lord Tennyson. 1809 –. 1892. It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole. Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
On either side the river lie. Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; 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.
When that which drew from out the boundless deep. Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place. The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face.
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