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The early Victorian era in Britain produced a generation of poets writing against the backdrop of rapid industrial change, political reform, and renewed interest in medieval legend and classical myth. Alfred Tennyson, born on 6 August 1809 in Somersby, emerged from that charged literary atmosphere to become one of the most prominent English-language poets of his century.

Educated at King Edward VI Grammar School and later at Trinity College, Cambridge, Tennyson showed early signs of distinction. In 1829, while still at Cambridge, he was awarded the Chancellor's Gold Medal, a recognition that preceded the publication of his first solo collection, Poems, Chiefly Lyrical, in 1830. His work as a poet and writer drew on the materials his era made available — Arthurian legend, military history, and the lyric tradition — producing notable works including The Lady of Shalott, Idylls of the King, and The Charge of the Light Brigade. Each of these operates in a different register: the mythic, the epic, and the commemorative.

Tennyson was a citizen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, and his poetry, composed entirely in English, forms the core of his enduring record. He was appointed Poet Laureate of the United Kingdom and held that position through much of Queen Victoria's reign, a tenure that placed him at the center of British cultural and public life during one of the country's most consequential periods.

He died on 6 October 1892 at Haslemere. Among the formal honors he received were the Fellow of the Royal Society and the Chancellor's Gold Medal awarded at Cambridge in 1829 — the earliest institutional acknowledgment of a writing career that would extend across more than six decades of English literary life.

Quotes by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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In me there dwells / No greatness, save it be some far-off touch / Of greatness to know well I am not great.
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In me there dwells / No greatness, save it be some far-off touch / Of greatness to know well I am not great.
And most of all would I flee from the cruel madness of love, / The honey of poison-flowers and all the measureless ill.
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And most of all would I flee from the cruel madness of love, / The honey of poison-flowers and all the measureless ill.
It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Sweet and low, sweet and low, / Wind of the western sea.
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Sweet and low, sweet and low, / Wind of the western sea.
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.
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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.
Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion, / O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal / humanity, / How often your Re-volution has proven but E-volution / Roll’d again back on itself in the tides of a civic insanity!
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Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion, / O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal / humanity, / How often your Re-volution has proven but E-volution / Roll’d again back on itself in the tides of a civic insanity!
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; / He watches from his mountain walls, / And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; / He watches from his mountain walls, / And like a thunderbolt he falls.
God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
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God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall…
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The woods decay, the woods decay and fall…
Beautiful Paris, evil-hearted Paris / Leading a jet-black goat white-horn'd, white-hooved.
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Beautiful Paris, evil-hearted Paris / Leading a jet-black goat white-horn'd, white-hooved.
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