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Alfred Lord Tennyson

(1809 - 1892 / Lincoln / England)

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English author often regarded as the chief representative of the Victorian age in poetry. Tennyson succeeded Wordsworth as Poet Laureate in 1850; he w .. more >>

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The Brook
 I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.

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By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorpes, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars

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In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.

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  Comments about this poem (The Brook by Alfred Lord Tennyson ) Click here to write your comments about this poem (The Brook by Alfred Lord Tennyson )    Mamta Agarwal (4/6/2010 5:02:00 AM) simple, yet enchanting, absolutely delightful, the poem is one of the few i read in school. everytime i read i am transported to himalayas, where i saw these kinds of brroks, Tennyson describes with such gay abandon. Mamta  Aleen Ye (9/25/2009 1:31:00 AM) I LOVE THIS POEM VERY MUCH. I TRANSLATED THIS POEM INTO CLASSICAL RHYMED CHINESE. WHO IS INTEREST IN IT? EMAIL TO ME.  Graham Wallis (6/2/2009 9:30:00 PM) As with all evocative poetry, it's hard to distinguish love for the inherent qualities from love of the memories conveyed. One of the first poems that I remember being read to me by my father, it means sitting in the lounge on a winter Sunday afternoon. It means damming the local streams with my brother and friends. It means walking the dog through the Cowleigh woods. But it takes that wonderful alliteration and onomatopoeia to give those memories. A poem within a poem, it's as if Tennyson has licence to go over the top, parodying the tools of the poet. There is so much music in those words; each simple verse is both a snapshot of a stretch of stream, and of a period of life. One wants the poem, like the brook, to go on for ever.  Albert Gazeley (3/19/2005 6:37:00 PM) This is my favourite poem for a whole host of reasons – It was the first real poem that I had read to me at school when I was seven or eight years old and I remembered the first few verses from that instant on – Even today (sixty years later) it brings back the memories of my childhood and paddling in brooks and streams trying to catch tadpoles and sticklebacks on lazy sunny afternoons with my friends – although I grew up during the war in England – us children lived a very Tom Soyer existence. Read all 4 comments >>

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