#Alfred lord tennyson

[adventuresofalgy]

Anxious to get well away from the eldritch lochan before the end of the day, Algy did not linger beside the water for long, but set off while the sun was just about as high in the sky as it was likely to get at this time of year, and the terrors of the night were banished – at least for a while – by the bright golden light.

But the prospect of the encroaching darkness seemed even more menacing after his unnerving sojourn beside the kelpie's watery home, so Algy was keener than ever to find that elusive sanctuary of light and warmth which he remained sure must exist somewhere in the heart of the winter… if only he knew where! But alas! He did not… He still had not the slightest idea which direction he should take to pursue his search, for he had so far found no clue of any kind to guide him.

Before he flew onwards, over the ridge and into the unknown, Algy paused for a short rest on a comfortable clump of heather and dry grass, and looked back across the glowing moorland towards the lochan, which was now sparkling innocently in the sunshine, luring the unsuspecting traveller towards its banks. Despite the evil which the raven had warned him lurked in that pretty lake, it was certainly a bonnie sight…

But then he looked again… The fearsome kelpie was not the only danger which threatened a fluffy bird in that impressive but completely exposed and inhospitable landscape. Not far away, soaring leisurely over a hillside on the lookout for its lunch, Algy could see a massive golden eagle, the mighty Laird of the Sky. That settled it! This was no place for a daft fluffy bird; he must seek a more suitable refuge for the depths of the winter, with greater comfort and far fewer perils!

He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.

[Algy is quoting the poem The Eagle by the 19th century English poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson.]

[laurapetrie]

And so she lived in fantasy.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "Lancelot and Elaine" from Idylls of the King (1859)

[quotefeeling]

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

[thoughtkick]

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

[lionofchaeronea]

Title: "I am half sick of shadows," said the Lady of Shalott Artist: John William Waterhouse (English, 1849-1917) Date: 1915 Genre: Arthuriana; literary painting (based on the poem "The Lady of Shalott" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson) Movement: Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood Medium: oil on canvas Dimensions: 100.3 cm (39.4 in) high x 73.7 cm (29 in) wide Location: Art Gallery of Ontario, Toronto, Ontario, Canada

[illustratus]

Yniol shows Prince Geraint his Ruined Castle by Gustave Doré

[woodlandhalls]

just one of those days i guess

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

~ Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale, from Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson (1905)

via internet archive

[perfectquote]

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

[lepetitdragonvert]

Tales from Tennyson told by Nora Chesson

Source : archive.org

1900

Artist : Frances Brundage

The Lily Maid

[nobeerreviews]

A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.

-- Alfred Lord Tennyson

(Lenzburg, Switzerland)

[enchantedbook]

'The Lady of Shalott' from The Early Poems of Lord Tennyson, painting by William Edward Frank Britten, (1848 - 1916)

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

John William Waterhouse (1849-1917) "The Lady Clare" (1900) Oil on canvas Pre-Raphaelite Currently in a private collection The painting is based on the poem "Lady Clare" (1842) by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

[perfectfeelings]

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

[thoughtkick]

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

[adrasteiax]

Alfred Lord Tennyson, from The Lady Of Shalott in “The Works Of Alfred Lord Tennyson”