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Friday, 07 August 2009


Wonderful poem, I 'll go reread the others too. The picture is perfectly matching the poem by the way.
A few days ago, I too read an article online about Tennyson's anniversary celebrations. His house on the Isle of Wight has become a museum apparently and has just opened. He has lived there for 40 years, hence the sea was an inspiration of his, I suppose.
I am not going to link to the mentioned article because the journalist was comparing Tennyson to an A-list celebrity of his days, hounded by fans, which I found so vulgar and inappropriate!

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