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The phrase flower in the crannied wall is sometimes used in a metaphorical sense for the idea of seeking holistic and grander principles from constituent parts and their connections. [7] The poem can be interpreted as Tennyson’s perspective on the connection between God and Nature. [8]
...and nodding, as in scorn, he parted, with great strides among his dogs. "Godiva" is a poem written in 1840 by the poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson when he was returning from Coventry to London, after his visit to Warwickshire in that year.
Of these the poems in italics appeared in the edition of 1842, and were not much altered.Those with an asterisk were, in addition to the italicised poems, afterwards included among the Juvenilia in the collected works (1871–1872), though excluded from all preceding editions of the poems.
Poems, by Alfred Tennyson, was a two-volume 1842 collection in which new poems and reworked older ones were printed in separate volumes.It includes some of Tennyson's finest and best-loved poems, [1] [2] such as Mariana, The Lady of Shalott, The Palace of Art, The Lotos Eaters, Ulysses, Locksley Hall, The Two Voices, Sir Galahad, and Break, Break, Break.
In J. M. Barrie's play What Every Woman Knows, "Vere de Vere" is referred to as a slightly cynical metaphor for "the noble nobility":; COMTESSE. It seems to be no joke to you, Mr. Shand.
The poem was inspired by Charlotte Rosa Baring, younger daughter of William Baring (1779–1820) and Frances Poulett-Thomson (d. 1877). Frances Baring married, secondly, Arthur Eden (1793–1874), Assistant-Comptroller of the Exchequer, and they lived at Harrington Hall, Spilsby, Lincolnshire, which is the garden of the poem (also referred to as "the Eden where she dwelt" in Tennyson's poem ...
Lady Clare was first published in 1842. After 1851 no alterations were made. [1]This poem was suggested by Susan Ferrier's 1824 historical novel The Inheritance.A comparison with the plot of Ferrier's novel will show how Tennyson adapted the tale to his ballad:
With blackest moss the flower-plots Were thickly crusted, one and all: The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the pear to the gable-wall. The broken sheds looked sad and strange: Unlifted was the clinking latch; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, "My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said;