Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Tennyson explores the act of writing in the context of his grief, joining the long tradition of writing as a mourning process.
I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold:
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.
Alfred Lord Tennyson released V on Tue Jan 01 1850.