Beauties of Tennyson by Lord Alfred Tennyson
I always enjoy Tennyson, but I never imagined that one day Tennyson's lyrical, sentimental works would give me the creeps...oops!
But it happened! Just when I was reading Tennyson's laud of a little shell. Perhaps it was because I became hardened during the years, or is it that Tennyson, in this collection of poems, just became too sentimental?
Nevertheless, fortunately (perhaps I should say unfortunately), I still feel touched when reading the stanza:
There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"
And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"
The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"
And the lily whispers, "I wait."
If we ignores the sentimental repetition, it is still a lovely passage describing yearning for one's lover, isn't it?
由 drinker 發表於 February 22, 2010 01:59 AM | 引用