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English Poetry III: Tennyson to Whitman: The Five Foot Shelf of Classics, Vol. XLII (in 51 Volumes)

Part of the Harvard Classics series, also known as the Five Foot Shelf of Books, this volume presents a curated selection of English poetry spanning from the works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson to those of Walt Whitman. It includes representative poems from the Victorian period and early American verse, reflecting the literary tastes and educational ideals of the early 20th century. The anthology aims to provide readers with a broad overview of poetic development during a transformative era in English literature. more

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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson was a prominent British Romantic poet known for his poetry that depicted nature, love, and heroism. His works, including 'In Memoriam A.H.H.' and 'Ulysses', are celebrated for their beauty and depth of emotion. more

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