Northern Farmer. Old Style
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
English poet and dramatist, generally considered to be the chief representative of the Victorian age in poetry. Tennyson's major works include his Poems. Chiefly Lyrical (1830); his two volume work, again entitled Poems, of 1842 which includes, alongside rewritten earlier works, the dramatic monologue 'Ulysses', 'Morte d'Arthur' and 'Sir Galahad' - his first pieces dealing with Arthurian legend, 'Locksley Hall' and 'Break, Break, Break'; the novella Princess: a Medly (1847) and his In Memorium A.H.H. (1850), a tribute to his deceased friend Arthur Hallam.
Other major works, this time from Tennyson's second period of creative out put after being made poet laureate, include Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington (1852), The Charge of the Light Brigade (1854) and Maud (1855), what Tennyson referred to as his "monodrama".
He also wrote, in later years, a number of works centred on Arthurian legends, including The Idylls of the King (1859), The Holy Grail and Other Poems (1870) and Gareth and Lynette (1872), as well as some poetic dramas: Queen Mary (1875), Harold (1877), Becket (1884) and, his only prose work, The Promise of May (produced at the Globe Theatre in November 1882). Other important works are Despair (1881), Locksley Hall Sixty Years After (1886), Demeter and Other Poems (1889) and his famous Crossing the Bar (1889). At Alfred's request, his poem "Crossing the Bar," an epitaph of sorts, is always printed last in any collection of his works (our thanks to visitor Cynthia R. for reminding Passions of this oversight).
Northern Farmer. Old Style
Wheer 'asta bean saw long and mea liggin' 'ere aloan?
Doctors, they naws nowt, fur a says what's nawways true:
Parson's a bean loikewise, an' a sittin' 'ere o' my bed.
Larned a ma' bea. I reckons I 'annot sa mooch to larn.
An' I hallus coomed to 's choorch afoor moy Sally wur dead,
Bessy Marris's barne! tha knaws she laaid it to mea.
But Parson a comes an' a goos, an' a says it easy an' freea,
D'ya moind the waaste, my lass? naw, naw, tha was not born then;
Keaper's it wur; fo' they fun 'um theer a-laaid of 'is faace
Dabbut loook at the waaste: theer warn't not feead for a cow;
Nobbut a bit on it's left, an' I meaned to a' stubbed it at fall,
Do godamoighty knaw what a's doing a-taakin' o' mea?
A mowt 'a taaen owd Joanes, as 'ant nor a 'aapoth o' sense,
Loook 'ow quoloty smoiles when they seeas ma a passin' boy,
Squoire's i' Lunnon, an' summen I reckons 'ull 'a to wroite,
But summun 'ull come ater mea mayhap wi' 'is kittle o' steam
What atta stannin' theer fur, an' doesn bring ma the aale?