Today is the day we remember the birth of Alfred Lord Tennyson.
He succeeded Wordsworth as Poet Laureate of England, which is some mighty large shoes to fill.
He was made a Baron by Queen Victoria, because of his popularity, which in turn made him the first to sit in the House of Lords based solely upon the merit of his verse.
Being the first at most anything you can imagine is a very cool thing.
As long as that ‘thing’ is a cool thing…
Letting Al speak for himself, we find the following:
No man ever got very high by pulling other people down. The intelligent merchant does not knock his competitors. The sensible worker does not knock those who work with him. Don’t knock your friends. Don’t knock your enemies. Don’t knock yourself.
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Love is the only gold.
Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dealer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Happy Birthday, Al…
It’s also the anniversary of the death of Anne Hathaway.
The wife of Shakespeare… not the actress.
There may or may not be much action here in the coming week or so.
I’m taking off to do some picture taking, and internet access is not a given, where I’ll be.
Dark skies are what I crave, and I go to find them, weather permitting.
I didn’t want any of my rabid and loyal readers to worry…
Aw, who am I kidding?
Even my Mom doesn’t read this blog.
Image found here.