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Alfred Tennyson

Date de naissance: 6. août 1809
Date de décès: 6. octobre 1892
Autres noms:Alfred Lord Tennyson,Lord Alfred Tennyson

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Alfred Tennyson, 1er baron Tennyson , frère de Charles Tennyson Turner, est l'un des poètes britanniques les plus célèbres de l'époque victorienne.

Nombre de ses vers sont fondés sur des thèmes classiques ou mythologiques, comme In Memoriam, écrit en l'honneur de son meilleur ami Arthur Hallam, un jeune poète et un camarade à Trinity College fiancé à la sœur de Tennyson, et qui mourut tragiquement d'une hémorragie cérébrale à l'âge de 22 ans. L'un des plus célèbres ouvrages de Tennyson est Les Idylles du Roi , une série de poèmes narratifs fondés entièrement sur le roi Arthur et la légende arthurienne et influencés, dans ses thèmes, par les premiers récits de Sir Thomas Malory sur ce roi légendaire. L'œuvre fut dédiée au prince Albert, l'époux de la reine Victoria. Durant sa carrière, Lord Tennyson fit des tentatives d'écriture dramatique, mais ses pièces n'eurent pas de succès.

Citations Alfred Tennyson

„Yet fill my glass: give me one kiss:
My own sweet Alice, we must die.
There's somewhat in this world amiss
Shall be unriddled by and by.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: Yet fill my glass: give me one kiss: My own sweet Alice, we must die. There's somewhat in this world amiss Shall be unriddled by and by. There's somewhat flows to us in life, But more is taken quite away. Pray, Alice, pray, my darling wife, That we may die the self-same day. "The Miller's Daughter" (1832)

„In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest
Thou leddest by the hand thine infant Hope.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest Thou leddest by the hand thine infant Hope. The eddying of her garments caught from thee The light of thy great presence; and the cope Of the half-attain'd futurity, Though deep not fathomless, Was cloven with the million stars which tremble O'er the deep mind of dauntless infancy.

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„He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: p>He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.</p "[http://home.att.net/%7ETennysonPoetry/eagle.htm The Eagle]" (1851)

„Half a league half a league
Half a league onward
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: 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. St. 1

„Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: My end draws nigh; 't is time that I were gone. Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight Lines 163-164

„So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: The great brand Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon, And flashing round and round, and whirl'd in an arch, Shot like a streamer of the northern morn, Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night, with noises of the northern sea. So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur. Lines 136-142

„The mirror cracked from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror cracked from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott. Pt. III, st. 5

„What is it that will last?
All things are taken from us, and become
Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: Death is the end of life; ah, why Should life all labour be? Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence; ripen, fall and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease. Choric Song, st. 4

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„But am I not the nobler thro' thy love?
O three times less unworthy! likewise thou
Art more thro' Love, and greater than thy years.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts? Or all the same as if he had not been? Not so. Shall Error in the round of time Still father Truth? O shall the braggart shout For some blind glimpse of freedom work itself Thro' madness, hated by the wise, to law System and empire? Sin itself be found The cloudy porch oft opening on the Sun? And only he, this wonder, dead, become Mere highway dust? or year by year alone Sit brooding in the ruins of a life, Nightmare of youth, the spectre of himself! If this were thus, if this, indeed, were all, Better the narrow brain, the stony heart, The staring eye glazed o'er with sapless days, The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set gray life, and apathetic end. But am I not the nobler thro' thy love? O three times less unworthy! likewise thou Art more thro' Love, and greater than thy years. "[http://www.readbookonline.net/read/4310/14259/ Love and Duty]", l. 1- 21 (1842)

„The many fail: the one succeeds.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: The bodies and the bones of those That strove in other days to pass, Are wither'd in the thorny close, Or scatter'd blanching on the grass. He gazes on the silent dead: "They perish'd in their daring deeds." This proverb flashes thro' his head, "The many fail: the one succeeds." The Arrival, st. 2

„Thus truth was multiplied on truth“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: p>Thus truth was multiplied on truth, the world Like one great garden show'd, And thro' the wreaths of floating dark up-curl'd, Rare sunrise flow'dAnd Freedom rear'd in that august sunrise Her beautiful bold brow, When rites and forms before his burning eyes Melted like snow.</p

„Oh, to what uses shall we put
The wildweed-flower that simply blows?
And is there any moral shut
Within the bosom of the rose?“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: So, Lady Flora, take my lay, And if you find no moral there, Go, look in any glass and say, What moral is in being fair. Oh, to what uses shall we put The wildweed-flower that simply blows? And is there any moral shut Within the bosom of the rose? Moral, st. 1

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„Strike up a song, my friends, and then to bed.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: Friends, I am only merry for an hour or two Upon a birthday: if this life of ours Be a good glad thing, why should we make us merry Because a year of it is gone? but Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come Whispering 'It will be happier;' and old faces Press round us, and warm hands close with warm hands, And thro' the blood the wine leaps to the brain Like April sap to the topmost tree, that shoots New buds to heaven, whereon the throstle rock'd Sings a new song to the new year — and you, Strike up a song, my friends, and then to bed. Act I, Scene III

„All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: Thou that singest wheat and woodland, tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd; All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word. "[http://home.att.net/%7ETennysonPoetry/virg.htm To Virgil]", st. 3 (1882)

„Old age hath yet his honor and his toil.
Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil. Death closes all; but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. l. 46-53

„Come, my friends.
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.“

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Context: The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks; The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends. 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. l. 54-62

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