• Lord Alfred Tennyson – Oak Arts & Crafts cupboard

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    Lord Alfred Tennyson – Oak Arts & Crafts cupboard

    Oak Arts & Crafts cupboard – candle sticks –
    Hand painted in bronze letters
    LET – THE – TAPERS – BURN – UNWAVERING

    71 cm x 68,5 cm x 16,5 cm




    In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 95


    By night we linger’d on the lawn,
             For underfoot the herb was dry;
             And genial warmth; and o’er the sky
    The silvery haze of summer drawn;
    And calm that let the tapers burn
             Unwavering: not a cricket chirr’d:
             The brook alone far-off was heard,
    And on the board the fluttering urn:
    And bats went round in fragrant skies,
             And wheel’d or lit the filmy shapes
             That haunt the dusk, with ermine capes
    And woolly breasts and beaded eyes;
    While now we sang old songs that peal’d
             From knoll to knoll, where, couch’d at ease,
             The white kine glimmer’d, and the trees
    Laid their dark arms about the field.
    But when those others, one by one,
             Withdrew themselves from me and night,
             And in the house light after light
    Went out, and I was all alone,
    A hunger seized my heart; I read
             Of that glad year which once had been,
             In those fall’n leaves which kept their green,
    The noble letters of the dead:
    And strangely on the silence broke
             The silent-speaking words, and strange
             Was love’s dumb cry defying change
    To test his worth; and strangely spoke
    The faith, the vigour, bold to dwell
             On doubts that drive the coward back,
             And keen thro’ wordy snares to track
    Suggestion to her inmost cell.
    So word by word, and line by line,
             The dead man touch’d me from the past,
             And all at once it seem’d at last
    The living soul was flash’d on mine,
    And mine in this was wound, and whirl’d
             About empyreal heights of thought,
             And came on that which is, and caught
    The deep pulsations of the world,
    Æonian music measuring out
             The steps of Time—the shocks of Chance—
             The blows of Death. At length my trance
    Was cancell’d, stricken thro’ with doubt.
    Vague words! but ah, how hard to frame
             In matter-moulded forms of speech,
             Or ev’n for intellect to reach
    Thro’ memory that which I became:
    Till now the doubtful dusk reveal’d
             The knolls once more where, couch’d at ease,
             The white kine glimmer’d, and the trees
    Laid their dark arms about the field:
    And suck’d from out the distant gloom
             A breeze began to tremble o’er
             The large leaves of the sycamore,
    And fluctuate all the still perfume,
    And gathering freshlier overhead,
             Rock’d the full-foliaged elms, and swung
             The heavy-folded rose, and flung
    The lilies to and fro, and said
    “The dawn, the dawn,” and died away;
             And East and West, without a breath,
             Mixt their dim lights, like life and death,
    To broaden into boundless day.

    Oak Arts & Crafts cupboard – candle sticks –

    71 cm x 68,5 cm x 16,5 cm

    In Memoriam A.H.H. is one of Lord Alfred Tennyson’s most famous works. In Memoriam A.H.H. is a meditation on hope after great loss that Tennyson wrote over 17 years following the death of his friend Arthur Henry Hallam. This poem became a favorite of Queen Victoria after the passing of Prince Albert in 1861.

    In Memoriam A.H.H. contains the famous phrase “”Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.”

    BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

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