In Memoriam A.H.H.

Alfred Tennyson (1809–1892) · 1850

The In Memoriam stanza: four lines of iambic tetrameter rhyming ABBA · 2,868 lines in 131 sections

Tennyson's elegy for Arthur Hallam, written over seventeen years. This is the first edition of 1850, which has a prologue, a hundred and twenty-nine sections, and an epilogue for his sister's wedding; the two further sections everyone quotes were added to later editions.

What this poem is

In Memoriam A.H.H. (1850) by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, is an elegy for his Cambridge friend Arthur Henry Hallam, who died of cerebral haemorrhage in Vienna, at the age of twenty-two years, in 1833. As a sustained exercise in tetrametric lyrical verse, Tennyson's poetical reflections extend beyond the meaning of the death of Hallam. In Memoriam also explores the random cruelty of Nature seen from the conflicting perspectives of materialist science and the declining Christian faith of the Victorian era (1837–1901). The poem is thus an elegy, a requiem, and a dirge for a friend, a time, and a place.

In Memoriam A.H.H. (1850) is an elegiac, narrative poem in 2,916 lines of iambic tetrameter, composed in 133 cantos, each canto headed with a Roman numeral, and organised in three parts: (i) the prologue, (ii) the poem, and (iii) the epilogue. After seventeen years (1833 to 1850) of composing, writing, and editing, Tennyson anonymously published the poem under the Latin title In Memoriam A.H.H. Obiit MDCCCXXXIII (In Memoriam A.H.H. 1833). Upon the literary, artistic, and commercial success of the poem, Tennyson further developed it and added Canto LIX: 'O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me' to the 1851 edition; and then added Canto XXXIX: 'Old warder of these buried bones' to the 1871 edition. The epilogue concludes In Memoriam with an epithalamium, a nuptial poem for the poet's sister, Cecilia Tennyson, on her wedding to the academic Edmund Law Lushington, in 1842.

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Measured across the book

Across its 2,868 lines, 98% of stressed syllables fall on the beat (95% interval 98% to 99%). Alliteration runs at 1.24 times what shuffling the words would give (0.32 observed against 0.26 expected). 9% of the lines have a feminine ending.

Baselines and intervals are described in the methods.

Contents

Strong Son of God, immortal Loveiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 44 linesI held it truth, with him who singsiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesOld Yew, which graspest at the stonesiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesO sorrow, cruel fellowship!iambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesTo Sleep I give my powers awayiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesI sometimes hold it half a siniambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesOne writes, that ‘Other friends remain,’iambic tetrameter · ABBA · 44 linesDark house, by which once more I standiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesA happy lover who has comeiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 24 linesFair ship, that from the Italian shoreiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesI hear the noise about thy keeliambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesCalm is the morn without a soundiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesLo! as a dove when up she springsiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesTears of the widower, when he seesiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesIf one should bring me this reportiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesTo night the winds began to riseiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesWhat words are these have fall’n from me?iambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesThou comest, much wept for: such a breezeiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 lines’Tis well, ’tis something, we may standiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesThe Danube to the Severn gaveiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesThe lesser griefs that may be saidiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesI sing to him that rests belowiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 28 linesThe path by which we twain did goiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesNow, sometimes in my sorrow shutiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 24 linesAnd was the day of my delightiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesI know that this was Life,--the trackiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesStill onward winds the dreary wayiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesI envy not in any moodsiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesThe time draws near the birth of Christiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesWith such compelling cause to grieveiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesWith trembling fingers did we weaveiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 32 linesWhen Lazarus left his charnel-caveiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesHer eyes are homes of silent prayeriambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesO thou that after toil and stormiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesMy own dim life should teach me thisiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesYet if some voice that man could trustiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 24 linesTho’ truths in manhood darkly joiniambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesUrania speaks with darken’d browiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 24 linesWith weary steps I loiter oniambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesCould we forget the widow’d houriambic tetrameter · ABBA · 32 linesThy spirit ere our fatal lossiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 24 linesI vex my heart with fancies dimiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesIf Sleep and Death be truly oneiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesHow fares it with the happy dead?iambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesThe baby new to earth and skyiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesWe ranging down this lower trackiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesThat each, who seems a separate wholeiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesIf these brief lays, of Sorrow borniambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesFrom art, from nature, from the schoolsiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesBe near me when my light is lowiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesDo we indeed desire the deadiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesI cannot love thee as I oughtiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesHow many a father have I seeniambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesOh yet we trust that somehow goodiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesThe wish, that of the living wholeiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 lines‘So careful of the type?’ but noiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 28 linesPeace, come away: the song of woeiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesIn those sad words I took farewelliambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesHe past; a soul of nobler toneiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesIf, in thy second state sublimeiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesTho’ if an eye that’s downward castiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesYet pity for a horse o’er-driveniambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesDost thou look back on what hath beeniambic tetrameter · ABBA · 28 linesSweet soul! do with me as thou wiltiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesYou thought my heart too far diseasediambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesWhen on my bed the moonlight fallsiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesWhen in the down I sink my headiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesI dream’d there would be Spring no moreiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesI cannot see the features rightiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesSleep, kinsman thou to death and tranceiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesRisest thou thus, dim dawn, againiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 28 linesSo many worlds, so much to doiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesAs sometimes in a dead man’s faceiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesI leave thy praises unexpress’diambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesTake wings of fancy, and ascendiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesWhat hope is here for modern rhymeiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesAgain at Christmas did we weaveiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 lines‘More than my brothers are to me’iambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesIf any vague desire should riseiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesCould I have said while he was hereiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesI wage not any feud with Deathiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesDip down upon the northern shoreiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesWhen I contemplate all aloneiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 48 linesThis truth came borne with bier and palliambic tetrameter · ABBA · 120 linesSweet after showers, ambrosial airiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesI past beside the reverend wallsiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 40 linesWild bird, whose warble, liquid sweetiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesWitch-elms that counterchange the flooriambic tetrameter · ABBA · 52 linesHe tasted love with half his mindiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 24 linesWhen rosy plumelets tuft the larchiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesIf any vision should revealiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesI shall not see thee. Dare I sayiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesHow pure at heart and sound in headiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesBy night we linger’d on the lawniambic tetrameter · ABBA · 64 linesYou say, but with no touch of scorniambic tetrameter · ABBA · 24 linesMy love has talk’d with rocks and treesiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 36 linesYou leave us: you will see the Rhineiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 32 linesRisest thou thus, dim dawn againiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesI wake, I rise: from end to endiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesUnwatch’d the garden bough shall swayiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 24 linesWe leave the well-beloved placeiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 24 linesOn that last night before we wentiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 56 linesThe time draws near the birth of Christiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesThis holly by the cottage-eaveiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 28 linesRing out wild bells to the wild skyiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 32 linesIt is the day when he was borniambic tetrameter · ABBA · 24 linesI will not shut me from my kindiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesHeart-affluence in discursive talkiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 24 linesThy converse drew us with delightiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesThe churl in spirit up or downiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 24 linesHigh wisdom holds my wisdom lessiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 lines’Tis held that sorrow makes us wiseiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesWho loves not knowledge? Who shall railiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 28 linesNow fades the last long streak of snowiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesIs it, then, regret for buried timeiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesO days and hours, your work is thisiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesContemplate all this work of Timeiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 28 linesDoors, where my heart was used to beatiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesI trust I have not wasted breathiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesSad Hesper o’er the buried suniambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesOh, wast thou with me, dearest, theniambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesThere rolls the deep where grew the treeiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesThat which we dare invoke to blessiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 24 linesWhatever I have said or sungiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesLove is and was my Lord and Kingiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesAnd all is well, tho’ faith and formiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 20 linesThe love that rose on stronger wingsiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 24 linesDear friend, far off, my lost desireiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesThy voice is on the rolling airiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 16 linesO living will that shalt endureiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 12 linesO true and tried, so well and longiambic tetrameter · ABBA · 144 lines

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