Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ALFRED TENNYSON, by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tears, idle tears! Ah, who shall bid us weep Last Line: Since all that tears would tell thyself hast said. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Tennyson, Alfred (1809-1892); Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron | ||||||||
TEARS, idle tears! Ah, who shall bid us weep, Now that thy lyre, O prophet, is unstrung? What voice shall rouse the dull world from its sleep And lead its requiem as when Grief was young, And thou in thy rapt youth, Time's bards among, Captured our ears, and we looked up and heard Spring's sweetest music on thy mourning tongue And knew thee for Pain's paradisal bird. We are alone without thee in our tears, Alone in our mute chauntings. Vows are vain To tell thee how we loved thee in those years Nor dream to look upon thy like again. We know not how to weep without thy aid, Since all that tears would tell thyself hast said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHARGE OF THE BREAD BRIGADE by EZRA POUND TO ALFRED TENNYSON by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR WAPENTAKE; TO ALFRED TENNYSON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN TO A POET THAT DIED YOUNG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY FACADE: 27. WHEN SIR BEELZEBUB by EDITH SITWELL THE HIGHER PANTHEISM IN A NUTSHELL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 50 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ESTHER; A YOUNG MAN'S TRAGEDY: 51 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 110. THE OASIS OF SIDI KHALED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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