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Frederick Tennyson was the eldest son of George Clayton Tennyson, Rector of Somersby, Lincolnshire, and brother of Alfred Tennyson.
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Day flush dall the orient, And more and more the purple dawnlight soar d Toradiant glory, as Apollo trod, With breeze-blown locks, the long Olympian slopes, His harp upon his shoulders, as he came, Dashing away from him the diamond dews With his swift feet, that seem dafire with haste And joy. But lo !the darkness on his brows Speaks but of pain ;and, were he not a God, Those twin pearls in his eyes were unshed tears ;A nd those pale lips, that never yet had paled, Seem touch das with a winter of despair. And yet the odorous breezes rang the chords Of his gold harp, as tho to waken up The heart of the high minstrel, and his tongue To their wont use the song, the morning song, The paean, which the sleep of Nature hears VOL. (Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.) About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology. Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at www.forgottenbooks.org
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Frederick Tennyson was the eldest son of George Clayton Tennyson, Rector of Somersby, Lincolnshire, and brother of Alfred Tennyson.
He was educated at Eton College and Street John"s College, Cambridge.
Re-admitted to Cambridge in 1830, he graduated Bachelor in 1832. Tennyson passed most of his subsequent life in Italy and Jersey. He became an Anglo-Israelite and later joined the Church of the New Jerusalem.
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