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6 de ago. de 2023 · Alfred Tennyson escribió a los 12 años una epopeya de miles de versos, inspirado por asombrosas lecturas para un niño de su edad, como Dante, y por otras más propias como Walter Scott, alimento de su juventud en prosa y verso.
Tennyson, Alfred (Somersby, 1809–Blackdown, 1892) Poeta inglés, el más representativo y popular de su época y de los valores e inquietudes intelectuales de la poesía victoriana, admirado también por su exquisito dominio de la forma y musicalidad poética. En 1828 ingresó en el Trinity College de Cambridge, donde consolidó su vocación ...
Alfred Tennyson nació el seis de agosto de 1809 en Somersby, condado de Lincolnshire. Fue el cuarto de los doce hijos de George y Elizabeth (apellido de soltera Fytche) Tennyson. El abuelo del poeta quebrantó la tradición de primogenitura; hizo su heredero al hijo menor, Charles, y dispuso que el padre del poeta se iniciara en la clerecía.
Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron Tennyson with his wife Emily and his sons Hallam and Lionel. In the second half of his life Tennyson’s fortune and popularity flourished as over the next forty years he produced many of his most popular works, such as Enoch Arden and The Charge of the Light Brigade and was awarded a barony in 1883, taking a seat in the House of Lords the year after.
The Tennyson Society. Was founded in 1960 by Sir Charles Tennyson, the poet’s grandson, with the aim of promoting the study of Tennyson’s poetry. In its annual Research Bulletin, it now publishes new material on Tennyson’s life, work and contemporaries. Based in Lincoln UK, it is a truly International Society, with members in the UK, USA ...
Tennyson stated that he composed “Crossing the Bar” while sailing from the Isle of Wight to the mainland at Lymington. Composed in 1889, the poem is often considered an elegy for Tennyson himself. Before his death in 1892, Tennyson requested that “Crossing the Bar” be placed last in every collection of his poetry.
Ulysses. By Alfred, Lord Tennyson. It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole. Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink. Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd.
