Arthur Henry Hallam Poems

Arthur Henry Hallam Poems, Arthur Henry Hallam was a 19th-century English poet who lived a tragically short life. A close friend, the poet Alfred Lord Tennyson, spent 17 years composing a major poem in his honour, simply called In Memoriam A.H.H. Despite such a short life – only 22 years – Hallam made an impact on English literary society and was known as the “fatal young man” of his generation, though some referred to him using the French

translation of “jeune homme fatal”.

Arthur Henry Hallam Poems

Arthur Henry Hallam Bio

He was born on the 1st February 1811 in London. His father was the historian Henry Hallam and Arthur was sent to public school at Eton where one of his contemporaries was a future Prime Minister – William Ewart Gladstone. Hallam took a year off to travel with his family when he finished at Eton in 1827 and he found love in Italy in the form of a young English woman who would prove to be the inspiration for a number of his poems.

Arthur Henry Hallam Poems
Arthur Henry Hallam Poems

On his return to England Hallam enrolled at Trinity College, Cambridge and here a deep friendship was forged with Tennyson. They wrote poetry together, hoping one day to publish a book jointly but Tennyson’s father objected to this. Hallam was regularly invited to the Tennyson home at holiday times and he fell in love with Tennyson’s sister Emily, the pair soon became engaged.

Arthur Henry Hallam Poems
Arthur Henry Hallam Poems

Arthur Henry Hallam Poems

Oh Poetry, oh rarest spirit of all

Oh Poetry, oh rarest spirit of all
That dwell within the compass of the mind,
Forsake not him, whom thou of old didst call:
Still let me seek thy face, and seeking find.
Some years have gone about since I and thou
Became acquainted first: we met in woe;
Sad was my cry for help as it is now;
Sad too thy breathed response of music slow;
But in that sadness was such essence fine,
So keen a sense of Life’s mysterious name,
And high conceit of Natures more divine,
That breath and sorrow seemed no more the same.
Oh let me hear again that sweet reply!
More than by loss of thee I cannot die.

Arthur Henry Hallam Poems
Arthur Henry Hallam Poems

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