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Title: A Dirge Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson [More Titles by Tennyson] 1 Now is done thy long day's work;
Thee nor carketh [2] care nor slander;
Thou wilt not turn upon thy bed;
Crocodiles wept tears for thee;
Round thee blow, self-pleached [1] deep,
The gold-eyed kingcups fine:
Wild words wander here and there; [Footnote 1: Still used in the north of England for "birch".] [Footnote 2: Carketh. Here used transitively, "troubles," though in Old English it is generally intransitive, meaning to be careful or thoughtful; it is from the Anglo-Saxon 'Carian'; it became obsolete in the seventeenth century. The substantive cark, trouble or anxiety, is generally in Old English coupled with "care".] [Footnote 3: Self-pleached, self-entangled or intertwined. 'Cf'. Shakespeare, "pleached bower," 'Much Ado', iii., i., 7.] [Footnote 4: 1830. "'Long purples'," thus marking that the phrase is borrowed from Shakespeare, 'Hamlet', iv., vii., 169:-- [Footnote 5: 1830. Through.] [Footnote 6: Balm cricket, the tree cricket; 'balm' is a corruption of 'baum'.] [The end] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN |