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WHEN I SET OUT FOR LYONNESSE -THOMAS HARDY
Informations on THOMAS HARDY
Thomas Hardy,OM(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928) was an English novelist and poet. A Victorian realist, in the tradition ofGeorge Eliot, he was also influenced both in his novels and poetry byRomanticism, especially byWilliam Wordsworth.[1]Charles Dickensis another important influence on Thomas Hardy.[2]Like Dickens, he was also highly critical of much inVictoriansociety, though Hardy focussed more on a declining rural society.
While Hardy wrote poetry throughout his life, and regarded himself primarily as a poet, his first collection was not published until 1898. Initially therefore he gained fame as the author of such novels asFar from the Madding Crowd (1874),The Mayor of Casterbridge (1886),Tess of the d'Urbervilles(1891), andJude the Obscure(1895). However, since the 1950s Hardy has been recognized as a major poet, and had a significant influence onThe Movementpoets of the 1950s and 1960s, includingPhillip LarkinandElizabeth Jennings.[3
When I set out for Lyonnesse, A hundred miles away,The rime was on the spray,And starlight lit my lonesomenessWhen I set out for LyonnesseA hundred miles away.What would bechance at LyonnesseWhile I should sojourn thereNo prophet durst declare,Nor did the wisest wizard guessWhat would bechance at LyonnesseWhile I should sojourn there.When I came back from LyonnesseWith magic in my eyes,All marked with mute surmiseMy radiance rare and fathomless,When I came back from LyonnesseWith magic in my eyes! Thomas Hardy
summary • when the poet set out for Lyonnesse it was winter season the foliage of the trees was covered with frost he had to travel very far. The place was hundred miles away • No prophet or the wisest wizard could guess what experience the poet would have at Lyonnesse . He himself couldn’t predict his future. • When the poet returned from Lyonnesse his eyes were bright with happiness. It was as if he had experienced a revelation of life.everyone silently noticed that the poet’s happiness was of a rare quality and which cannot be mesured.
The levelled churchyard • The Levelled Churchyard "O passenger, pray list and catchOur sighs and piteous groans,Half stifled in this jumbled patchOf wrenched memorial stones!"We late-lamented, resting here,Are mixed to human jam,And each to each exclaims in fear,'I know not which I am!‘ “The wicked people have annexedThe verses on the good;A roaring drunkard sports the textTeetotal Tommy should!
Where we are huddled none can trace,And if our names remain,They pave some path or p-ing placeWhere we have never "There's not a modest maiden elfBut dreads the final Trumpet,Lest half of her should rise herself,And half some local strumpet!"From restorations of Thy fane,From smoothings of Thy sward,From zealous Churchmen's pick and planeDeliver us O Lord! Amen!"
GLOSSARY • LYONNESSE : THE MYTHICAL BIRTH PLACE OF SIR TRISTRAM, IN ENGLAND ,BELIVED TO HAVE BEEN SUBMERGED BY THE SEA ;HERE AN IMAGINARY PLACE • Rime :frost • The spray : leaves and branches of trees ;foliage • Durst:dared • Bechance:happen/or chance to happen • Sojourn: stay • Radiance: glow • Lonesomeness: a disposition toward being alone
The spray Radiance