The reason that most people think that "come into the garden, Maud" is a
separate poem is the popular Victorian song by operatic composer Michael
Balfe (around 1870ish) that became a Music Hall hit.
Roger
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From: "Rebecca Seiferle" <[log in to unmask]>
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> Hi Joanna,
>
> Oh, I went and looked this up. As near as I can tell, "come into the
> garden,
> Maud" is late in the first part of the long poem, "Maud: A Monodrama" and
> it's
> just as you say about the brother. Though "come into the garden, Maud" is
> sometimes given as a separate poem, perhaps in the usual way, some
> sections
> of sequences go independent. Here's a link for the whole thing, if anyone
> wants
> a dose of Tennyson
>
> http://home.att.net/~TennysonPoetry/mm.htm
>
> best,
>
> Rebecca
>
> ---- Original message ----
>>Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 14:55:26 -0000
>>From: Joanna Boulter <[log in to unmask]>
>>Subject: Re: Something (was Re: The suckability of contemporary American
> poetry)
>>To: [log in to unmask]
>>
>>As far as I remember it, admittedly from a good many years back, the 'Come
>>into the garden, Maud' bit is the song or what-have-you the bloke
>>sings/recites while waiting 'by the gate alone' for her to come out. Then
>>he
>>gets found by her brother and kills him, hence the guilt that haunts the
>>dreadful hollow.
>>
>>best joanna
>>
>>----- Original Message -----
>>From: "Rebecca Seiferle" <[log in to unmask]>
>>To: <[log in to unmask]>
>>Sent: Tuesday, January 04, 2005 2:17 PM
>>Subject: Re: Something (was Re: The suckability of contemporary American
>>poetry)
>>
>>
>>> Ah, that's very funny, Alison, that 'thousand years of Tennyson' and
>>> that
>>"we all
>>> thought he was a golfer."
>>>
>>> Well, there are 7 stanzas in "Mariana" all ending with the 'a-weary,
>>a-weary
>>> lament' and perhaps at the age of 12 that would seem a near-infinitude
>>> of
>>> wearisomeness.
>>>
>>> Though I wonder this morning if it may be not just two poems that were
>>> confused but three? For the Maud of "Come into the Garden, Maud," isn't
>>> neurasthenic; she just never shows up, being in the house, dancing with
>>all the
>>> guests, we never see her in the poem, though the speaker conversing with
>>the
>>> flowers may be neurasthenic. So perhaps the neurasthenic you were
>>thinking of
>>> is in Tennyson's "Maud: A Monodrama" that long sequence in three parts
>>which
>>> begins
>>>
>>> I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood,
>>> Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-red heath,
>>> The red-ribb’d ledges drip with a silent horror of blood,
>>> And Echo there, whatever is ask’d her, answers ‘Death.’.
>>>
>>> Enough to convey what follows, haha, well, perhaps it is very difficult
>>> to
>>keep
>>> these Victorian ladies and poems straight, a thousand years of blur,
>>>
>>> Best,
>>>
>>> Rebecca
>>>
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>>> >Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 20:44:18 +1100
>>> >From: Alison Croggon <[log in to unmask]>
>>> >Subject: Something (was Re: The suckability of contemporary American
>>poetry)
>>> >To: [log in to unmask]
>>> >
>>> >Thanks for complementing my laziness, Rebecca, and actually looking
> them
>>> up:
>>> >yes, I remember now: Maude and Mariana, exemplary neurasthenic
> Victorian
>>> >ladies...no wonder I confused them. Interesting how my memory drew out
>>> >those weary weary laments, but they're still fairly wearisome.
>>> >
>>> >While I'm rummaging through my dusty attic, I remember also a poem by
>>> Adrian
>>> >Mitchell (?), The Oxford History of English Poetry or somesuch, in
>>> >which
>>the
>>> >verse on Tennyson goes something like
>>> >
>>> >And then there were about a thousand years of Tennyson.
>>> >Funny, really.
>>> >We all thought he was a golfer.
>>> >
>>> >Best
>>> >
>>> >A
>>> >
>>> >
>>> >
>>> >
>>> >
>>> >Alison Croggon
>>> >
>>> >Blog: http://theatrenotes.blogspot.com
>>> >Editor, Masthead: http://masthead.net.au
>>> >Home page: http://alisoncroggon.com
>>>
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