An Analysis of Tennyson’s The Princess
Alfred, Lord Tennyson is the most influential poet of the Victorian Age. He was named poet laureate of England by the Queen, and the first poet to receive a title Lord. In his lifetime Tennyson has produced many works which are considered great. Such one is The Princess which is a long narrative poem with a number of songs. One of these songs is “ Tears, Idle Tears”, a poem full of sorrow and grief. In this fragment of The Princess the speaker is desperate because of the death of his love. This causes the sad tone of the poem which is something typical for Tennyson and his works.par I chose to analyze this poem because it is about something that many people have experienced, even I. Everybody has had such melancholic moments and feelings of nostalgia when he or she remembers a person who is dead. There is one more cause for choosing this particular work of Tennyson and it is the figurative language and the way the poem sounds. The use of alliteration, imagery, metaphors and the oxymoronic statement at the end make the poem more philosophical and thoughtful.
Grief is something that everybody has felt. One of the causes for being sad are memories which remind us of something that is gone or is over. The poem “ Tears, Idle Tears” has the same subject. It talks about loss and nostalgia. There are particular feelings in this poem that do not appear in many other works. These facts make the poem sound different from the others; this is one of the main reasons why I like it.
The speaker of the poem starts with a statement about the tears and where they come from. After that he gives the reason for the tears. According to the poem the grief is caused by “ the happy autumn fields” and “ the days that are no more”. Tennyson mentions autumn because this the time of the year when everything dies. He also tells the reader the main cause for his grief. In fact, it is the memories that make him sad and melancholic.
The poem continues with expressing the feelings of the speaker. According to him they are:
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings out friends from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. (6-10)
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