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  1. 1809 –. 1892. Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep.

  2. by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep. Turns again home.

  3. Crossing the Bar" is an 1889 poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. It is considered that Tennyson wrote it in elegy; the narrator uses an extended metaphor to compare death with crossing the "sandbar" between the river of life, with its outgoing "flood", and the ocean that lies beyond death, the "boundless deep", to which we return.

  4. 'Crossing The Bar' was written by Lord Alfred Tennyson in 1889 . Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Born on August 6, 1809, in Somersby, Lincolnshire, England, Alfred Tennyson is one of the most well-loved Victorian poets. In 1850, with the publication of In Memoriam, Tennyson became one of Britain’s most popular poets. He was selected Poet Laureate in ...

  5. Crossing the Bar, short poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, written in 1889 at age 80, three years before he died and published in the collection Demeter and Other Poems (1889). Describing a ferry trip to the Isle of Wight, it concerns his imminent death and his hopes for an afterlife.

  6. Crossing the Bar - Sunset and evening star - The Academy of American Poets is the largest membership-based nonprofit organization fostering an appreciation for contemporary poetry and supporting American poets.

  7. Oct 6, 2023 · Crossing the Bar. by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep. Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark!

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