Word: tennysonian
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...send boys and girls to college not because that is the time in which they learn best, but because we ourselves have learned no better place to send them during that period of callow, unformed youth." With these words the conqueror of the Tennysonian Galahad continues his illusion-shattering march...
Author F. Tennyson Jesse is a grandniece of the late great Alfred Lord Tennyson, onetime (1850-92) Poet Laureate of England. But she is no whole-souled admirer of the Tennysonian virtues. Some of her printed remarks should make her great-uncle revolve in his cerements. One-time painter, newspaperwoman, reviewer, correspondent for the Ministry of Information during the War, she has also written: Tom Fool, Many Latitudes, Moonraker, Murder and its Motives. Author Jesse is married to Harold Marsh Harwood, with whom she collaborated on a play: The Pelican. She lives in Sussex, likes yachting...
...minor poet, yet his genius is for telling a tale. The tale has been told time and again of Arthur and his knights, of Gwenivere and her Lancelot, but never so utterly that a master craftsman dare not render his version. Not as an epic drama in the Tennysonian manner, but like the medieval minstrel in fitful lyrics Masefield catches a climax here, a sad mood there. The variegated metres and intermittent themes are disjointed in a whole effect, but the wistful beauty of moments and moods stands out as never in earlier classics. Thus Arthur dying...
...poet, Alfred Noyes is credited with much studious innovation in metre and verse forms. But the fancies and profundities of his mighty lines are about as subtle and original as Kipling gone Tennysonian with an occasional dash of brine from John Masefield and a few zephyrs from Swinburne...
...Once I printed a Sunday paper to give away. . . My wife and I traveled all over; I introduced her to Mrs. Potter Palmer out in Chicago . . . It all goes back to the Baltimore fire." . . Old Mr. Lancaster pointed to a woodcut on a time-stained circular, which showed a Tennysonian gentleman with bushy brown whiskers, gold pince nez. "I looked like that once," said he. "It was always a fight...