Showing posts from December, 2012

Tennyson To strive, to seek, to find by John Batchelor A Review:

BOOK DESCRIPTION Alfred Lord Tennyson, Queen Victoria's favourite poet, commanded a wider readership than any other of his time. His ascendancy was neither the triumph of pure genius nor an accident of history:he skilfully crafted his own career and his relationships with his audience. Fame and recognition came, lavishly and in abundance, but the hunger for more never left him. Like many successful Victorians, he was a provincial determined to make good in the capital while retaining his regional strengths. One of eleven children, he remained close to his extended family and never lost his Lincolnshire accent.Resolving never to be anything except 'a poet', he wore his hair long, smoked incessantly and sported a cloak and wide-brimmed Spanish hat. Tennyson ranged widely in his poetry, turning his interests in geology, evolution and Arthurian legend into verse, but much of his work relates to his personal life. The tragic loss of Arthur Hallam, a brilliant

Holiday Wishes

Christmas Story-telling, A Winter's Tale (England, 1862) by Sir John Everett Millais  Thank you each and every one of you who have visited my little corner here on the world wide web for making my year so much brighter and filling it with such warmth and kindness.  May Christmas and the New Year be filled with more love, laughter and fun!  See you all in 2013...  

Arthur Rackham's Illustrations of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

When I came across this beautifully illustrated 1915 edition of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens and I saw that Arthur Rackham illustrated it, I just had to share it. Admittedly, not that familiar with Arthur Rackham, I just love these illustrations. They give 'the classic' Christmas story such life and such vivid imagery; coupled with Dickens' words...well...perfection!  Beautiful Frontpiece 1915 Edition Marley's Ghost "How now?" said Scrooge, caustic and cold as ever. "What do you want with me?"  PREFACE I have endeavoured in this Ghostly little book to raise the Ghost of an Idea which shall not put my readers out of humour with themselves, with each other, with the season, or with me. May it haunt their house pleasantly, and no one wish to lay it. Their faithful Friend and Servant, C. D. December, 1843   Stave One Marley's Ghost Bob Cratchit went down a slide on Cornhill, at the end of a lane