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The Grandmother by Lord Alfred Tennyson

By Lord Alfred Tennyson

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I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man. And Willy's wife has written: she never was over-wise, Never the wife for Willy: he would n't take my advice. II. For, Annie, you see, her father was not the man to save, Had n't a head to manage, and drank himself into his grave. Pretty enough, very pretty! but I was against it for one. Eh!--but he would n't hear me--and Willy, you say, is gone.

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"The Grandmother" by Lord Alfred Tennyson is a sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual english poem consisting of 161 lines. This English poem by Lord Alfred Tennyson demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Lord Alfred Tennyson's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Lord Alfred Tennyson

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) served as British Poet Laureate for 42 years. His poems—including "The Charge of the Light Brigade," "Ulysses," and "In Memoriam A.H.H."—address Victorian concerns with faith, doubt, duty, and loss in memorable musical verse.

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