The Early Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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page 108 of 620 (17%)
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He canvass'd human mysteries,
And trod on silk, as if the winds Blew his own praises in his eyes, And stood aloof from other minds In impotence of fancied power. With lips depress'd as he were meek, Himself unto himself he sold: Upon himself himself did feed: Quiet, dispassionate, and cold, And other than his form of creed, With chisell'd features clear and sleek. THE POET First printed in 1830. In this poem we have the first grand note struck by Tennyson, the first poem exhibiting the [Greek: spoudaiotaes] of the true poet. The poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn,[1] The love of love. |
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