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The Poetry of Lionel Tennyson (March 16, 1854-April 20, 1886)

Youngest son of Alfred Tennyson kept a diary wherein about fifteen of his poems coud be found. It is called Lionel Tennyson by Lionel Tennyson, printed in 1891. It is labelled his memoir but really it is a few of his diary entries with remembrances from long time friends. It sheds light on a man who died very young at the age of thirty-two years old. He never wanted to be an academic or a politician. He didn't want the pressures of being a public figure or a Baron as his famous father, Alfred Tennyson. Instead, he loved languages and theatre and drama. He always followed his own path, he adored his parents but was not the son who you would find at home during his college days. That was more his older brother, Hallam Tennyson.  Lionel, was a wanderer with a good heart and a serious independent streak. The minute he could go away to college he did mainly to satisfy his parents wishes. However, he always struggled in school having a slight stuttering problem that he never could g

Link Back! Author, Kevin Marsh and his current novel, The Gordian Knot - Reviewed!

To my wonderful surprise, author, Kevin Marsh linked my blog and my review of his wonderful current novel, The Gordian Knot.  So, I thought why not in turn link back and keep it going!    Twelve months has passed since the traumatic events that almost claimed her life and Dr Orlagh Gairne is looking forward to a well-earned holiday. With her partner, Jerry, they jet off for the Aegean coast where they plan to make the most of the Mediterranean sun and visit the ancient sites of Anatolia. The Phoenix Legion, still reeling from a humiliating defeat, have re-grouped and are now planning the next phase of their quest. They are in possession of the Belgae Torc, but this is not enough to ensure total power so they must rely on the druids and their connection with the spirit world. Whilst searching for treasure in the Sea of Azov, Jack Harrington and his team make an unexpected discovery and with the past merging with the present are unable to avoid being drawn in to anoth