? Alfred Tennyson
Tennyson was a Victorian English poet.
His poems accurately reflect the dominant ideas of the times and are very distinctive.
This is unmatched by English poets of any era.
He is in a special historical stage, which complements the times.
Although later generations have different opinions,
Some people think his works are obscure,
Others believe that he gained immortality in the transformation,
Undeniably, in the transitional period between the old and the new,
His far-reaching influence.
Peace is a silent morning,
Calm down to adapt to calmer sadness,
Only through the withered leaves,
Chestnuts pattered to the ground;
There is no sound in the quiet morning.
Quiet enough to deserve more quiet sadness;
Only through withered leaves,
Chestnuts fell to the ground with a click;
Tennyson is good at short lyric poetry.
The description of British scenery, natural scenery and natural sounds is superb;
Among them, beautiful language and rich sense of music,
As well as rich feelings, but also showed his excellent description skills.
He sometimes shows sadness about the past,
Sometimes I change my mind and pick up my faith and hope again.
These emotional changes are an effective reflection of his personal experience.
Calm and deep peace,
On these dewdrops soaked in fur.
All the silver tulle,
Flashing green and gold;
Peace and tranquility spread all over this plateau,
The jingdouhua is full of dew;
All over the silver spider silk—
Shining green and gold;
Like most poets,
Tennyson's creative career has also gone through several stages.
These different periods, different psychological processes,
It reflects the different faces of his life,
It is also the change of his thoughts after he experienced this world.
And deeper thinking about the problem.
He won a reputation and was well received.
I have also been criticized and once gave up;
He used to feel happy and enjoy happiness.
I have experienced parting and death.
His poems are about himself,
It is also the era in which he lived.
On this vast plain, it is calm,
With an autumn gazebo,
Crowded farms and low towers,
Mixed with the surrounding main body;
Quiet sunshine shines on the fields-
It carries more and more rare towers,
Trees in autumn, crowded farmhouses,
Constantly connected with the ocean;
His creation has a strong leap of the times:
Understanding of ancient times and today, reality and future,
The organic combination of romanticism and classicism;
With the progress and development of the times,
The longing for the future, the longing for the old and the new,
It constitutes the main theme of Tennyson's poems.
He also loves natural scenery and is sensitive and delicate;
He also likes classical culture, advanced and nostalgic.
In the alternation between the past and the new life,
Gradually explore a kind of immortality that spans time and space.
That's why he is called by academic circles,
Poet forever.
Calm and deep peace in this vast air,
These leaves turn red in autumn;
In my heart, if it is calm,
If there is peace, a kind of desperate peace;
Peace and tranquility are full of air,
Autumn colors dye leaves deep red;
Even if I have peace of mind,
Nothing more than quiet despair;
His nostalgia comes from cherishing the past;
Whether it's old scenery or old people.
Every time I look back,
My heart is always faintly sad.
And a little peace.
All this, rising and spinning,
Into the present and future realization.
It is in this process that,
Eternal changes glow and make it immortal.
Calm sea, silver sleep,
Waves swaying in peace,
There was silence in the noble chest,
It rises and falls with deep ups and downs.
The quiet sea is a silver sleeping place,
Sleeping waves gently shake themselves;
The sea rises and falls only because it sighs,
The peace in its chest is like death.
He is eager to change, in the background of that era:
He hopes that a new dawn will appear, illuminate the night and bring dawn;
He is recalling the past, in that social reality:
He pursues serenity and is attached to natural scenery.
The contradiction embodied in him is brought by the times.
Looking back on the past and looking forward to the future,
This is a leap from the old to the new.
Vaguely, as if to see,
At the beginning of a new day,
Before the darkest night meets the darkest light,
With joy and sadness, poet,
Wave to the future;
He sighed softly,
Seems to miss, and seems to be pleased:
Please come to me when I lose it.
To mark the end of life,
On the dark edge of lower life,
Point out the dawn of an eternal day.
(source? Alfred Tennyson's Calvin is a Silent Morning.