Tag Archives: Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ring Out the Old, Ring in the New

Tennyson and Longfellow have poems about bells ringing out an age of sin and suffering and ringing in new hope. Let them ring.

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Wanted: Teachers, Not Martyrs

Some say teachers should, like soldiers, should put their lives on the line. This A.E. Housman poem brings up the question of whether even soldiers should do so when there sacrifice will be meaningless.

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Remembering My Son 20 Years Later

Remembering my oldest son, who died 20 years ago, I turn to Shelley’s elegy for Keats.

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Mentor: Rare for Sons to Be Like Fathers

Homer explores the difficulty of a young man living up to his famous father. It’s a problem that continues with fathers and sons.

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Is Old Age Becoming Overrated?

A “New Yorker” article on aging turns to literature to debunk the notion that aging is a good thing.

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The Anxiety of Harold Bloom

The late Harold Bloom longed to be a Samuel Johnson but never got there.

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Let Us Sail into the Promise of the Day

E. A. Robinson’s “Children of the Night” finds spiritual hope in a dark world.

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Frank Lloyd Wright’s Crannied Wall

Monday On the way back from a family function in Iowa, Julia, my mother and I stopped off in Springfield, Il. Yesterday we visited the spectacular house that Frank Lloyd Wright built for Dana Thomas in 1902-04. Upon entering the structure, we were greeted by a statue bearing the label of a Tennyson poem. Looking […]

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Fathers & Sons: He Goes His Way, I Mine

Wednesday The talk with my son that I described in Monday’s post reminded me of talks with my own father where I was sure he was wrong. I’ve since concluded that I was not as right as I thought I was and that our disagreements came down to our different life arcs. Our arguments came […]

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