Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OLD AGE, by FREDERICK TENNYSON Poet's Biography First Line: As when into the garden paths by night Last Line: Laughter is dead. There is no mirth in boys. Subject(s): Old Age | ||||||||
AS when into the garden paths by night One bears a lamp, and with its sickly glare Scatters the burnished flowers a-dreaming there, Palely they show like spectres in his sight, Lovely no more, disfurnished of delight, Some folded up and drooping o'er the way, Their odours spent, their colour changed to gray, Some that stood queen-like in the morning light Fallen discrowned: so the low-burning loves That tremble in the hearts of aged men Cast their own light upon the world that moves Around them, and receive it back again. Old joys seem dead, old faces without joys; Laughter is dead. There is no mirth in boys. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT EIGHTY I CHANGE MY VIEW by DAVID IGNATOW FAWN'S FOSTER-MOTHER by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE DEER LAY DOWN THEIR BONES by ROBINSON JEFFERS OLD BLACK MEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A WINTER ODE TO THE OLD MEN OF LUMMUS PARK, / MIAMI, FLORIDA by DONALD JUSTICE AFTER A LINE BY JOHN PEALE BISHOP by DONALD JUSTICE TO HER BODY, AGAINST TIME by ROBERT KELLY SONG FROM A COUNTRY FAIR by LEONIE ADAMS AN INCIDENT by FREDERICK TENNYSON |
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