The Victorian Poets

Alfred Lord Tennyson:Fatima
O Love, Love, Love! O withering might!O sun, that from thy noonday heightShudderest when I strain my sight,Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light.
This poem i think he wrote it because he was lonely and was trying to find love thats all i understand about it.

Robert Browning:Meeting at night

THE gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.
Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
What i think he was trying to say when he wrote this was that at nigth alot of things go on.And how pretty it is if we could just reconginize it.I also think he worte this because during the time most poeple worked really hard and didnt have no time for themselves till they got off of work.

Matthew Arnold :
Shakespeare
Others abide our question. Thou art free.We ask and ask: Thou smilest and art still,Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill,That to the stars uncrowns his majesty,Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea,Making the Heaven of Heavens his dwelling-place,Spares but the cloudy border of his baseTo the foil'd searching of mortality:And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know,Self-school'd, self-scann'd, self-honour'd, self-secure,Didst walk on earth unguess'd at. Better so!All pains the immortal spirit must endure,All weakness that impairs, all griefs that bow,Find their sole voice in that victorious brow.
He wrote this and was imatating shakespeare and writeing like him.I geuss that he wanted to show shakespeare that he admirer him.He talks alot about natrue in this poem too.He talks about heaven and earth.

Thomas Hardy:She at his Funeral
THEY bear him to his resting-place--
In slow procession sweeping by;
I follow at a stranger’s space;
His kindred they, his sweetheart I.
Unchanged my gown of garish dye,
Though sable-sad is their attire;
But they stand round with griefless eye,
Whilst my regret consumes like fire!
I think he is trying to talk about a girl and how she feel being at a funeral of somebody she killed and how she regret it.And just how being at funerals feel period .How you wish you could of spent more time with the person and everything about being at a funeral.