2. ALFRED LORD
TENNYSON
-one of the most well-loved Victorian
poets
-In 1884, he accepted a peerage,
becoming Alfred Lord Tennyson
-Tennyson died on October 6, 1892,
and was buried in Westminster
Abbey
4. Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
5. Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
17. CROSSING THE BAR
• written in 1889
• a metaphorical meditation on death
• was written shortly before Tennyson's own death
• the poem that Tennyson wanted placed at the end of
all future collections and editions of his poetry
19. JOHN DONNE
-English writer and Anglican cleric considered
now to be the preeminent metaphysical poet of
his time
-born in 1572 to Roman Catholic parents, when
practicing that religion was illegal in England
-often considered the greatest love poet in the
English language
-also noted for his religious verse and
treatises and for his sermons
20.
21. Death, don't be proud - even though some people have said you are
Mighty and dreadful. You are not mighty and dreadful.
Those people you think that you destroy
Don't die, and you can't really kill me either. Poor Death!
Death is like rest and sleep, and from rest and sleep we get
Much pleasure. So to be dead must be even more pleasurable
And the sooner the best people in the world die the better,
O Death who gives rest to their bones and delivers their souls [to heaven].
You are a servant to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And your companions are poison, war, and sickness,
And, anyway, poppies or charms can make us sleep even
Better than you can. Why do you swell with pride, then?
After a short sleep, we will be awake forever [in heaven]
And death will exist no longer. Death, it is you who will die.
22. DEATH, BE NOT PROUD
In this poem, the speaker affronts an enemy, Death
personified. This enemy is one most fear, but in this
sonnet, the speaker essentially tells him off. The way the
speaker talks to Death reveals that he is not afraid of
Death, and does not think that Death should be so sure
of himself and so proud.
23. thou / thee– you
art – are
thy – your
dost – do
canst - can
Editor's Notes
which sees the speaker comparing dying—or a certain way of dying—to gently crossing the sandbar between a coastal area and the wider sea/ocean. In essence, it is a poem that argues that death is in fact a kind of comfort, a point of view based on the speaker's religious faith in the afterlife. Accordingly, the speaker wants to die quietly and gently, without fear, reassured by the knowledge that what comes next is a meeting with God. "Crossing the Bar"