then again fumes might explain some of his terrible terrible names, like Oothoon.
I can't remember any of the specifics, but I remember being told that Blake didn't speak Received and that Blake scholarship wasn't, at least then, quite large enough a pond to get into trying to reconstruct how Blake would have pronounced the poems beyond being sure there were surprises.
Housman and Tennyson would be something, wouldn't it?
Oh, God will save her, fear you not: Be you the men you've been, Get you the sons your fathers got, And God will save the Queen.
as contrasted
The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
I admit I have an acquired flinch response to Hardy, and far too much willingness to credit the idea that the explanation for the novels stopping -- Hardy felt another novel would make suicide inevitable -- despite its dubious antecedents. (Also faint hopes of obscure literary revenge if the Doorstop ever makes it out into the world.)
(I was sort of wobbling between English and CS, and staggered out with the CS flavour. I will always remember the Tennyson class on the Lady of Shallot with Gregorian chant coming through the walls (theology building...) or the poor prof's embarrassment at discovering having taught their (excellent) "mortality in Tennyson" lecture without knowing that was the day Challenger exploded on launch.)
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Date: 2016-01-14 03:16 am (UTC)I can't remember any of the specifics, but I remember being told that Blake didn't speak Received and that Blake scholarship wasn't, at least then, quite large enough a pond to get into trying to reconstruct how Blake would have pronounced the poems beyond being sure there were surprises.
Housman and Tennyson would be something, wouldn't it? as contrasted
I admit I have an acquired flinch response to Hardy, and far too much willingness to credit the idea that the explanation for the novels stopping -- Hardy felt another novel would make suicide inevitable -- despite its dubious antecedents. (Also faint hopes of obscure literary revenge if the Doorstop ever makes it out into the world.)
(I was sort of wobbling between English and CS, and staggered out with the CS flavour. I will always remember the Tennyson class on the Lady of Shallot with Gregorian chant coming through the walls (theology building...) or the poor prof's embarrassment at discovering having taught their (excellent) "mortality in Tennyson" lecture without knowing that was the day Challenger exploded on launch.)