As flies the lighter thro' the gross. by Lord Alfred Tennyson, Galleries, Reading Rooms, shop and catering opening times vary. As slowly steals a silver flame Known and unknown; human, divine; Even though his heart is “widow’d” he wants to give “the imperfect gift I bring” to new friends. And holds it sin and shame to draw While now we sang old songs that peal'd So thick with lowings of the herds, All night no ruder air perplex And in my thoughts with scarce a sigh Can trouble live with April days, And whispers to the worlds of space, This is an unavoidable situation, but sometimes Sorrow will be lovely and sometimes the poet will be able to put his passionate grief aside and “have leave at times to play.”, Hallam has passed on to a sphere where he is far removed from the poet. Whatever fickle tongues may say. A void where heart on heart reposed; And all we met was fair and good, The world which credits what is done 'Adieu, adieu,' for evermore. Nor can my dream resolve the doubt: The low love-language of the bird But in the songs I love to sing The Shadow cloak'd from head to foot, The style, which Tennyson used to such great effect that it is now called the “In Memoriam stanza,” consists of tetrameter quatrains rhymed abba. And all the wheels of Being slow. Laburnums, dropping-wells of fire. Tennyson represents a large number of people who feel the same way, who asks the same questions, who also have the same beliefs. In those great offices that suit Knowing the primrose yet is dear, All night the shining vapour sail In yonder greening gleam, and fly A voice as unto him that hears, Would dote and pore on yonder cloud Not being less but more than all And he, he knows a thousand things. And East and West, without a breath, Then be my love an idle tale, Uncared for, gird the windy grove, And, thy dark freight, a vanish'd life. 'So careful of the type?' Of their dead selves to higher things. So loud with voices of the birds, Thy spirits in the darkening leaf, A central warmth diffusing bliss A late-lost form that sleep reveals, Love became stronger in the poet after Hallam’s death. Be sunder'd in the night of fear; And something written, something thought; A single peal of bells below, The seeming-wanton ripple break, He looks up from this dismal valley and sees the sun shining on the hilltop. Throughout my frame, till Doubt and Death, And, falling, idly broke the peace I hear the sentence that he speaks; The poet feels that everything in Nature and God is permeated with the memory and spirit of Hallam. Till out of painful phases wrought It never look'd to human eyes And see the sails at distance rise, With what divine affections bold The man I held as half-divine; In this strange land on Christmas Eve the poet desires solemn reverence, not wine or dance or feast. (Summary and Commentary will focus on the following excerpts) Prologue Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot The slight deviation in the first line of stanza 2 – the comma, and the possibility of speaking ‘unquiet’ with either 2 or three syllables – disrupts the monotony of the rhythm, reflecting the restlessness of heart and brain described here. The poet thinks of a ship, hearing its bell and seeing it cabin windows and the sailor at the wheel. That loved to handle spiritual strife

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