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E. Moxon & Company, 1859 - 168 páginas
 

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Œuvre mentionnée dans le Journal de Lewis Carroll :
- le 14 août 1855. « 'Maud', le poème de Tennyson, est arrivé, et je l'ai lu en totalité dans la journée. Je ne crois pas que ce volume ajoutera
ni enlèvera quoi que ce soit à sa réputation : il contient de courts passages d'une grande beauté, comme celui qui se termine par :
'La vie n'est donc pas si amère / Qu'un sourire ne la puisse adoucir.'
et le passage des « deux hommes, quelque part, Qui en buvant parlent de moi », est une idée très originale.
Il a amélioré considérablement son 'Ode au Duc' et 'La Charge de Balaklava' : « Que quelqu'un avait transmis de travers » a disparu, mais les sabres continuent de « sabrer ». L'idylle du 'Ruisseau' est jolie, mais fait un peu trop répétition chez quelqu'un qui a écrit :
'Que l'amour vienne, que l'amour parte. / Mais nous ne marcherons pas côte à côte / Pour l'éternité.'
deux thèmes que l'on retrouve réunis dans 'Le Ruisseau' :
'Que les hommes viennent, que les hommes partent, / Mais moi je suis ma voie éternellement.'
Le marchandage au sujet du poulain, avec la répétition du vers :
'Mais il restait ferme, et les choses n'avançaient pas.'
rappelle beaucoup le style de 'Dora'. »
- le 25 septembre 1855. « Relu 'Maud- ce soir : je l'ai beaucoup mieux aimé à la seconde lecture ; le chant qui commence par I have led her home est de la poésie vraie, passionnée ; il est difficile de penser que cela n'a pas été écrit sous l'influence d'un premier amour. »
 

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Página 116 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Página 168 - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
Página 140 - ... great by land as thou by sea. Thine island loves thee well, thou famous man, The greatest sailor since our world began. Now, to the roll of muffled drums, To thee the greatest soldier comes ; For this is he Was great by land as thou by sea...
Página 125 - ... I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 80 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait.
Página 166 - Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred.
Página 76 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Página 81 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Página 23 - A VOICE by the cedar tree, In the meadow under the Hall ! She is singing an air that is known to me, A passionate ballad gallant and gay, A martial song like a trumpet's call ! Singing alone in the morning of life, In the happy morning of life and of May, Singing of men that in battle array, Ready in heart and ready in hand, March with banner and bugle and fife To the death, for their native land.
Página 165 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!

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